You were the faded caresses of fern leaves,
the outline of ocean waves at night.
Your eyes were opalescent marbles rolling in a circle and falling to the floor --
your skin was melting vanilla ice cream and a sun suddenly obscured by clouds.
You were the colours of the morning sky,
trails of hip-length grass,
the transitions among seasons,
the glint of an angler’s hook.
and i was a damp ceiling caving in
the frayed end of a shoelace
my eyes were the wreckage of a hurricane
the remnants of a bonfire
my skin was disturbed salt flats and hallways made of useless trinkets
i was the unnoticed root that stuck up from the ground
the promise of disappointment
the transitions among unwanted emotions
the squashed spider under your shoe
who was in the wrong place
at the wrong time