# 1

I am dying softer inside the lines this time, slow and deep within you. You're a cat searching for a goldfish, and then the goldfish itself, melting away into darkness. Every sound we make is another name for beauty. Suddenly we are near, very near, and you look as startled as if we'd met in some forest clearing. Then the chasms between us open up, and we are both alone in togetherness once more.