Lovesounds.

Very soon, perhaps, pre-utterance, your sounds

Became air: so that

In every clichéd sense I breathed

Your name: exhalations

Dispersed a million photons of light

Moting and seeking corners

To bounce off: with all

My petty speech acts they came back to me.

When abundant they cluster

And null space: through their

weave of filaments this glittering web

loses transparency after a while.

Light in these conditions takes

A mucoid consistency: if space

Collapses, then time rears and

Throws down its laws of warp.

Soon after very soon this culture

Epithelials all sites of exchange:

Even those fulfilled by eyes.

It's hard to see through light -

And speech's solid glottals

Barely note the absence of sight.

But pressure ingested threatens

To blow my throat ' spitting's not allowed

So I vapourise the air and light inside.

Transmutes into familiar water '