eyes become air      
and grapple Elle disabled—
the ability of the unable eyes
3X darkened blue, her hue
Elle is the darkness darkened
as deepenings in the darkened
as deepenings in the darkened pupil
showing eyes student of her years—my eyes
her airs
put on; repeat to no one
what they cannot say for sure or
see for certain and now undress
under sky's night where
bent days blue purple & spill over the edge in untidy messes
Elle in stepping, steps me over
and into the porcelain midnight shower
always withdrawing
my parts pour over me
and down and couple with hers
at the dark interval Elle draws
drawing the red us within ourselves
then, too, blue
draws this bath to me withdrawing and the goddess
bathes with red something holy and sacrificed—Elle
at midnight will you make white again this blue leaky life spilling in tiny years my bereft and tattered silkens
worming threads of bled verticality down my thighs—Elle
sees the way I's do— the uneven eyes...
who tincture blue where the dark pupil into which the water
mixes red turns and drains returning O

Elle
my eyes
see without matrix! Turn the water neither in nor on and, turning, turn the water into drunkenness slurring the way eyes see, knowing Elle, along the edges of midnight, eyes

are terrified, too