there's a painted gold ring
on blue ocean's orchesis,
(it's september)
and the tide's rushing in
to meet the ends of
the earth. last night we ran
b a r e f o o t
through the midnight grass,
(playing hide and seek)it was
dewy, a cold wet mess but
a dream it was,
in sweet oxygen and
exhaling each others' name,
like we might've forgotten
us if the shutter on your kodak
hadn't snapped a picture of
my blue orchesis

we run.