it fell out

where there once was space

to dream you into blooming

for your face like mine to fall

into the sweetest paper pillows

eyelids drooping

like new leaves on willows

in the wake of my fallout

crawled out of ripe pits

there’s now a shell uncracked

assembled in a frenzy

hot as my skin at dance

she’s gripped tight between

the yellow blossom

colors of your hands

moves as you speak

to the rhythm of your lips

which emits the sweetest echo

it’s lovely, still

but underneath

and in between

it’s empty