there’s nothing
to unpack

cause next
layer’s

just as
thick,

yet
softer,
somehow..

there’s still much
hot blush

in wild blood
rushing..

through us
now.

flutes like
water,

dripping from fresh
fruit in warm
somber
blues,

my feet off
a cliff..

barely leave
ripples,

in moments so
deep and
dilute-

the splash
sounds
like

wet flute.

take the wheel
dear, don’t
swerve,

a tear drips
down

steel,

like it’s nobody’s
business, but
everybody
feels
it,

take a turn
dear,

like around the
bend’s

nothing to
fear.