Us, we could go up—
Lovers like helium
balloons— up up
—eloping to Helios
And return
full of celestial fire—
to sow seeds, to experience
—the serpent’s discipline
(Stringless and idle
In the upward stretch,
In the physical
Descent)
Us, two fin de siècle Chagallian
characters in lullal tableaux
using love against antilove
to lighten
even lighter
than light
balloons.
—Are we failing?— We fail, my friend,
‘cause of our wanton: more, more
We, hypocrite
aesthetes
Vanessa Vie
Illustration Vanessa Vie