We sleep together.
I nap at twilight,
As you turn,
Still dreaming in the early morn.
Only the letters of your name I see,
For I have never beheld your face.
Terrified to pronounce their sounds,
The darkness of their type comes straight
From the hammered bracelet
Of the asteroid belt,
And the purest ink
Neptune’s dark rings.
But the pressure on my bodice is real.
The bias of your love, I feel,
As light pierces the dark water,
And forces the rainbow.