those pillowy hands puppeteering an anxiety like steaming coffee pots
caught constantly lifting the drapery shirt
where her hands tucked
beneath
a warmness
protection moms eyes
and i..
reflected injection of sugared contagions mirror dust
and us
like lust wrapped up in a bundle of human terrain for ever frightened nature

at the bust of intelligence
mingled motley or sphere
ornamental obscenery
speckled by million dirt spots
though miniature profundities mirroring drops
we'll watch the weight of rain as it tips from the floating tables edge
the moon rolling off
a saucer now
then a frozen splash of porcelain ash on tiled horizon writhing
purple with a bruise alive enough to dash dive us in now comet fused swimmers from the ledge of an eyes deep black surfacing sea
end.

a healing.
sky hides
massif of broken
as waves that constantly get drunken under
the way a foothold in beachsand
body wet waved with excitement
awoken
gets sunken under by
tides of deppresion formed by
erosions acquiescing tongue