Wake in another body. This skin, soaked
in someone else's dreaming. I can't remember
the shape of your absence, or what I was
before this requiem lifted
your origami lungs. Pink parasols,
blood webs like orb-weaver silk
in my blue, rotten depths:
your only home. Sudden;
body, unbelonging,
but to you: peach-pit, whole
and pulped and unbitten. Forget
and remember yourself. Cherry clots,
grief in blood-dark jewels,
elegies for something
inside (ticking: not yet.)
Here you stay, tethered
and tide. Uncratered. My solstice.
Redeemer. Ganymede.