A spray of cloud
Dilutes
Frills
Frays

In the mist and the cold
The rain makes it through to my shoulders
I stare up and the world fades
I take off my clothes
And step into the mist
It's cold
But it grows warm

Splinters thorns
Forearm burns
Nettle stings
Underlings

I pull
Unravel
Your clothes
You drink wine
On the couch
Unaware
Of the thread
In my hands

Under the beams 
Of our dreams 
We lace 
And we hold 
Until wake 
ing Reveals 
Us as pillows 

The lights circle my glass
Distant fireworks
Stop
We're at the station

The bird girls sit on the beach and close their wings
Salt crystalises on their faces
After a time they are statues
After a time they are rocks
After a time they are spaces where water collects

There are candles in the sky
The lights go out and I'm flying

The wires whistle
As clouds pass