we are doing now
what we’ve always wanted
to do our arms turning
to light the razor blade
of the world our words
scattering like birds
into the sky

the blue chips of the day
fall in a heap at our feet
a chain of stones around
my wrists my arms around
you like a lake

we watch our lives
go away from us through
the long slow ellipse
of the afternoon
our hearts opening like
blue windows of the sun