Besides the dental floss
Clings, a crumpled towel
Thrown off to join the golden repertoire
Against misaligned bathroom tiles.
The smoke trails away in such that I’ll bet it
To the rest of the household where certainly
The frame of our minds exposes, wherein
Translates to sodden heat and writhing visions
Mounting onto slick walls
Into supple realism,
The room recollects itself, heaving.
Beneath the thin light under the doorway
Speaks blurred visions,
A astigmatism on the other side of the translucent mirror.
It feels like breathing water
From when you grasped my hair
The soul yawns
Since when did I get to know you?