Into Our Ether House

You found me behind empty menus –

erased. I was a discarded napkin,

an appetizer. Fumbled like funneling glass

I said goodbye to metal on wrist and found

you below me. Bellow into me.

Storm like thrifty clouds and seldom sound

& music as it spits and twists into our mouths,

tied into our ether house.

You were one abstracted number and I

wanted you to qualify, quantify. Say I.

I wanted you to flower through

each ajar piece of mine

& rest with me.