The waters spread, the truth appears, like a distant bird calling to the sun

Your lips are a suffocation unto themselves

A promise of air and moisture

I am too full of their consequences to comprehend

The tilt of the wing, the spread of beak

Airless, I am gilding, remembering something

About wax, expectations

Melted, I swim further into your pools

Caught in the sun reflected there

Wearing truth, like waxed feathers.