Or you turn standing toward me

Did you lay down in the water and spin your smile toward the sun

implementing a distinguished variation of Horus choreography, a blemish

grass fed and leaning into the fence for just that one moment before the touch down?

Are you willing to sink down before you fly, before you turn standing toward me

brandishing that unseen side of light that is called darkness in the bath?

If so then so be it and nothing I can do can capture that essence that is you.