the bubbles. the balloons. the iridescence in

your eyes. our triumph over every second

as if

we are not tied to eternity.

there are no mourning sunsets here. no

prolonged dawns. no pensive storms.

there is no

life. (sometimes we watch reality.

a man says, 'always.'

you cry because the girl he loves

died a long time ago. she lived

a long time ago.

now she dances emptily in golden fields

that will last forever.)

but i love you. we do not live

but this is not life to live.

and I love you. there are bubbles.

there are balloons. there is

iridescence in your eyes. and we triumph

over every second in everlasting

time.