Lips part as though to receive
the heavy emptiness. Loops of wire,
thin as eyelash, the cringe of sunflash,
remaining on the startled pupil like a small
memory of her. In archways shadows propose
a bed of blue snakes, curled round
and over, with no visible tip or tail.
An earring of light fades into
a cushionette of cloud, a circling stick
reveals loops contracting the clear pool.
Like faith, love measures nothing, converting
one dead currency to another.