aside a vision,
walking meadows, with Love as a blanket. like a fortune, like winning, assorted
fantasies, intense skin, laughing at nonsense; burning lumber, flickering in
sparks, soft scented aromas.
much exposure, to
forbidden dreams, on display, to show, to tell what passion screams—founts dripping,
bodies begging, as if time whispered her final wish; agog for us, aflame for
anxieties, frantic to enter.
wandering in a maze,
bathing in sunlight, carrying thoughts.
it might hurt,
sure ecstasy, testifying in church, twisting me, teasing me, tempting me beyond
myself; abed with us, federal with us, dreading us—those spoils, inside a
shelter, many keys to us—a shed in wilderness, away from society, is this us?
luminous
moonlight, morning dewdrops, wobbling backwards.
days gleaming,
pains aching, mind pleading its inheritance.
so endless, seeing
those eyes, bringing new joys; so novel, many nuances, so distinct, cooking a
favorite dish.
such a naïve creature,
needing inflection, reaching for a soft caress; so magnified, pure sanity, so
careful.
by an action, in
its acting, filled with air, looking like bait, an inside bear, so unique, so
cured, nudging me with an elbow.
