Meandering down the unfolding ivory tongues
that nestle into the roses, whose teeth like thorns
make one wistful for the ways of needles and pins.
Closing my eyes to the beautiful threat,
I hear ocean waves emit from creeping machines
that suckle hardened tar with the ignorance of a child.
Light flooding in, the sky reflects from the chilled windows
and in that moment, all of the world seemed within reach.