Bring me out on long liquid ropes

levitating over the nearest river,

shade of trees where we left a couch,

springs reverberant with rust

ticking down in a delicious rhythm,

moss cloaking the mugs that we dip

in the cleft of the rock,

sun sliding on the mercury

of immortal loves intertwined

on the raking current

the rain on ancient towers

pooling in rings and making

pigeons into doves.

Orchids in transparent beds of slime

rectangles of trapped sky

dripping with bronze lightning

runways of discarded wings

splashed with eggs

and lost to astral envelopes

ripped silver masks and wires

adorning a bulbous highway

velvet fumes of our last escape.