Traces of blotter paint, your cascade of blurry lines, freshly trimmed cinnamon hair, scented eyelashes and the like. Homemade shirt, I love you madly. You're like drunk rain on your plants, filtered sunlight, tree full of glass.
Basket full of butterflies, spirals of red yarn, the elk gardens and parachuting over Varanasi, how the ribs of elders make the coral, the bathing sunlight and locals with kerosene eyes, you said God loves my eyes, yours are a sweet madness, reminds me of the shade of a tree, a place where I find you in the dark.
Waxen flowers, wet brick cobblestones, the silent air and copper coins in the fountain, hemorrhaging clouds and a sober outlook. A rusty barrel, painted flames, salt-kissed, silver sky-line, hazy expression, shadow of a Ferris wheel, sleepy star-gazers, nimble deer in the meadow, drift like small intoxicated fireflies, eyes askew, eyes open, it will be like the light of the first day.