Every little moment had its own fluidity
And seeped into the next one.
Bath water kisses
Easing my temples into rest
With perfect softness.
Whisper me to sleep:
I can only hope to seep
And permeate into your tomorrows
As condensation on your glass roof
(Draw a heart in it before you crash through).
The stars are our phosphors,
Our water glows,
You and I together:
Laminar flow.
Megan Hopkin
Illustration: Claire Palmer