here's a shape
feels like something
words recede
tongue torn
eyes cave
mineral light
soft stone
eroding
sedimented greens
gently, you breathe
against skin
tending to color
images i can bend
memories to play with
some i invent
i construe, forget
then believe
drifting, swaying
a dream with some use
maybe you'd say
i write and make
just to form a shape
you might lean toward
textured greens
all overgrown
sleep of green
slow corrosion
one of you
