I wanted to be a mountain.
eyes that gaze in directions we can’t think of
end of autumn, or a plume of smoke from a train in the middle distance.
On occasion it seemed good enough to be happy or scared with the rest
two people dancing separate from one another.
Wear red lipstick and always leave it behind
lostness is always there on the lip of everything
no dreams wait softly for me
Have you hypnotized me to see what I cannot believe?
There, she can blaze, and glow, and be consumed.