cool wet glass
  cold glass is wet and creeping
heat weeps at the hanging-in-space plate
       glass, drips
                       I want
                                I
    want you all
                       here, dreaming with me
(and not those overheated dreams, full of mist and blood and rendezvous)
            breathing sweetly, sobbing with me. here. lick
laughter. quick and navy.
 steamed in coffee, stealing light. hail
 melts on tongues, between purple toes.