Little Elegant Doubts a Thimbleful of Fluid Might Erase

Let’s not look feasibly

Worn around the edges

Nor predictably clichéd

Let’s be half air like these insubstantial thoughts

Let’s blow for instance

Dry words at each other

Gaseous puffs colliding

In the space between these open mouths

Or elsewhere down

Silent corridors we see

Dimly as at twilight

The true pretense of these archaic faces

Let’s be frozen gods

You so beautifully keen

I so full of latter-wit

Feeling kissy like these fragile statues

Let’s be luminous beasts

To see and to be seen

And we will only speak

The ancient language of these incandescent eyes