Last weekend my feet
flattened grass until it became
a stage. I stretched my mouth open
to sing, swallowed a butterfly and then
fluttered by a crowd of smushed toes
and smiley lucid minds.
I found myself inside a crystal ball
where some sort of strange disc jockey
with a mask for a face
pulled the sadness out of me and
used it to tie my arms to the sky.
synthetic LED screens painted
constellations across a smoky
skyline and you and I spun
until we were dizzy with a
laughter that made us come undone.
to the sound of a mandolin,
we watched the sky and earth melt