it's more and more
that I hang upside down
on the limbs of that tree
trying to catch raindrops
in my backwards eyes
more and more
that I'm snorting incense ash
from the wings of a dead butterfly
more and more
that I inhale ink
to spit out words
and breathe the dust
of ghostly emotions
more and more
it's you, just you
that is keeping me alive
but more and more
I just want to be dancing
alone in the rain.