Resting curve-perched, backslid,
of concavity’s threshold,
a fisherman’s flap-cap looped below
tight flesh, sunborn,
haloing reusable a neighborhood’s alias: Our
prime ordinal, or, if you must,
the inadvisable monad(Leibniz-like, a frac-
turing-auto-dialect) culled in to a littering
anesthesiology’s mettle-mad imagination,
one lesser infinity–
behemoth non-economy’s tea-colored
envelopment: a profane, reified, plasticized,
My love, a patient love,
My love admiring, breathing,
quickening, not to be dismissed,
out of sight.
My love, sensing,
having admitted to complexity
lying naked to natural,
and some unnatural contact.
My love, alive, only for a listening one,
still, quite sensitive.
My love, just, my love first, my love
birthday present thought:
the adult and
swimming pool area
acorns startling a foot room,
simplest zippers low to tie.
glass and free tree-flow above
cornstalk blue, yellow budding awls dipped
downing the breezed pupils’
cross-howl of day.
Warped alone this threading line,
this grass-wedded pall: thus,
Thereby relief in…
Oh the squandering,
alabaster, the posturing, blanketed,
rib set and shoulder. Mid-century’s
tedious countenance, deflected.
A sight amid afternoon’s
mosquito; thricing earliest juicing thirst
bruised in drag—frothing, sturdy, locus;
oozing red and blessed, signal
and signs, in time:
a tinkering, a hole-clot riddling.
readier for our secrets to be
through pubis wares.
Ranchless ghost, lied phantasms, death-
bed dendrites, the night left.
to it all.