surefire we said
no leaving this for dead
a smile and a slick set of something
oiled us down and our limbs
like something innate
carrying this towards an eddying
a swirl in the pool
of peacock blue

and I feel like
paint splashed on a wall
not knowing where I'll fall
but feeling the trickle
of colour as it slips
into the curved arm of gravity
because this house is spinning
and the axis
of voice falls under multiple
incarnations and memory-present
contains so many intonations
can I have you