Window pane cracks and red wine chrysanthemums 

Fingertips slip along the ragged edge of the storybook 

Pages scattered to the wind

Only a few lay still 

Bound in gold like the outline of a memory 

Sometimes when I’m up here with your name in my mouth 

I think of how you crave the mauveine rush of dopamine 

Wonder how you do not go spineless from your stomach crashing to your feet

Then the strap is tightened down so I do not buckle

Underneath your wind whipped and rose flushed complexion 

At the call, the air turns stagnant, a distant hum

I lock your fingers around mine, close my eyes against the butterflies in my throat 

And let myself fall prey to the rush of cerulean adrenaline 

Over and over until there is no metal in my mouth 

The sky bound in gold like redemption