Wake

My petal-looking brain
restyles.
Under avenues, sleeping
summer.
Lux.
Numerably caulk-sketched.
Slate:
let free daffodils
in descent
groundward–before
Euclid and cloth.

Squirting, gazed figment.
Person words; pungency.
We-
re you
marched,
blood-lent?

Huntington’s vine-room soiled cups;

‘neath bone
deathdust
specific,
lingering sample
and sloven,

coal-stitch,
cobalt:

1)so as I 2)so as I

may
distract
from my stamina—
I may
sustain.

New Love Poem

Her legs in my life, a love at the
skin night
and day.

Conversing with flesh, a light
violet
now found,

last conjured today; moons
eternal, moons as alive waxen,

perpetuity of our spiriting sense:

this seasoned morning. A
believe-once-
old-new-world;

loving on her new skin.

Reach, her grasp inside blue light
interrogating hearts upon
these

unappeasing fingers,
unpressed, miles like her new touch
surrounding my new
play,

in company:

our extensive glow–

space, a soundless heat, the
shaving chest
inscribed the bellows

of breathing rib, new objects–
gesticulating, set in memory’s
store;

receipt of our cast-iron apple
cinammon seed:
my opened mouth, my wild
solitude.

I inhale. Bowed now in full, her
smiling quenched.

I, So Liking

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.