My petal-looking brain
Under avenues, sleeping
let free daffodils
Euclid and cloth.
Squirting, gazed figment.
Person words; pungency.
Huntington’s vine-room soiled cups;
1)so as I 2)so as I
from my stamina—
Her legs in my life, a love at the
Conversing with flesh, a light
last conjured today; moons
eternal, moons as alive waxen,
perpetuity of our spiriting sense:
this seasoned morning. A
loving on her new skin.
Reach, her grasp inside blue light
interrogating hearts upon
unpressed, miles like her new touch
surrounding my new
our extensive glow–
space, a soundless heat, the
inscribed the bellows
of breathing rib, new objects–
gesticulating, set in memory’s
receipt of our cast-iron apple
my opened mouth, my wild
I inhale. Bowed now in full, her
I, so liking to enjoin myself to observe,
and to deeply hold her mind
well worked into mine, all held inside
it, in mind.
So, enjoyed to liken, then (not-nothing)
regardless of reality fielding
irregularities, dotting her tees: Her:
she, criss-crossing my two eyes—
Laughing, no longer lasting apart while
fallen tumbling; threshing truths
on the venom of hefted lips.