Unfold in vastness, inhale bright ether
above, a perfect liquid mirror.
She speaks in primal silence
billows against blustering skies-
time by the trillions, honing sharper edges
beds of sand melt in soft glass eyes.
Night becomes her, his slipping obsidian smile
she wears it easily against her thighs.
She digs shallow graves for naivety
facades in the ground as ammonites;
stumbles out of smoldering paradise
to bathe in scathing sunlight.