it came to me
in a warm bath
like the fragile bubbles
atop the water
and i tried to lift it
gently with my mind

palpable yet
i couldn’t catch it
as it floated
and danced around the room
bouncing off the walls
like the flame that flickered on the candle

it beckoned
from between the notes of
music from the vinyl
and vanilla lavender
touching me
but i couldn’t touch back

the moment before inhaling
a draw of menthol and
resting on the rim
of a cheap wine glass
right there
where lips and sweet red meet
i could almost taste it
but like the water
it turned cold