From the balcony,
at our first kiss
hang corpses
on ropes.
A fly,
green,
black,
Feasting, I
on our body.
And you are the same,
on ropes, as
I,
in green,
in black, in
shades of death.
From the balcony
fall freshly stitched dreams.
Porcelain.
You.
Me.
from a balcony
with our dreams.
Glass
beneath our feet,
we hang
together.
Forever.