No absence

Before you and I were stirred
into vanishing trickles of taste,
I relished in your scintillant soul
that gave flight every day birth.

Tattoos and portraits kept
on drifting back to the stage
but there was no reception,
a fictional audience of us.

I swam through your murmurs
and shivered when you poured,
these canopies softened our skin
with wings of feathered showers.