The morning cascades
With leather heels and olive coats and numbed fingers curled around smoke
I fell into it, a droplet in a glassy current, a river spooled from white paper;
But you did not.
For half a held breath you preened soft ivory wings
For half a held breath I'd believe your skin was gemstone, impenetrable, drenched in brilliant jewel-blood tones; exotic cat's-eye emerald
Before you slip
Back into the melting pot, and
For that, I envy you.