it will be you, always who is my other
who shares the same secrets
who drinks the long waters.
Stoke sadness like a breath
and gone before my twisted spine
leaves me tangled and dripping
hung long under the bridge.
For she once saw me and shuddered
plumes and ripples
elf-faced and smirking
and left that same night
when the moon clove the quiet
and the dark spoke words of solace.