PERCEPTION
Heads
flung back, their voices float
looking
back on it, I’m lying
that
I should see (what bird/tree?)
much
less something you sounded
urgent
barely above a whisper, so I cast you
faintly
seen from afar into doubt, you became
open
space that lovely view shimmering across
Its
only a leap
horseman
in a sunbeam
but
it feels so true, I’m charmed and wavy
associated
with emerald, sapphires, fire
and
opals like an agitated lover, an outsider
taut
and incandescent, sucking words out of speeches
There’s
confusion in the sequence of events
in
this part of the country
it
slips (or does it swell?) slippery in a swell swoon
having
it done for you is not to you, unclaimed home bound
An
embrace has stunned me, rehearsal laughter
rooms
in the infinitive, where the plot is poured on
I
become rough and take on polyps – a poetic line
tomorrow
and finally we
I
walked into the red room in a frenzy
your
confessions, too, were weary and lapsed
hitting
the floor hard
otherwise
this stone this curved breast
or
paintbrush or strand of hair
descends
layers of mating calls, the sutures aching
A
word like chaperone stripped bare extends
an
intimate droplet
lusterless
and amiss, the beauty of it
MOODY STUNNING LOOKS
In a
strange sounding language I measured
heroism
smudged with hypochondria
as
you sensed your opportunity making its way
through
my lunar cycle I want to meet you!
Oh,
“I want to meet you” is merely a piece of sexual pleasure
Beguiling
paramours alight and slip neck & head, wrists & throat
impede
an angular collapse in heaps Oh bracing heart!
An
eyelash is an enchantment, an inner space
the
shape of slit cantos cunt cusp uncut jewels
the
road through wrenches free from flux
and
ease, erases and shrivels
up
your demeanor, your fascinating
large-format
fumble
Elsewhere
the
industrial landscape of Iceland
is
encrusted with full-throated flyovers, oil refineries
wedding
trumpets and tiny lights that swab
a
promise what looks like a
tinge
UNMISTAKABLY
Imperceptible
and without realizing, we splayed kiss marks
on
all the rooms, thus reinventing appealing spaces.
Without
a backward glance, without you noticing
I
turned around to admire these melodramatic noises.
What
stars (unraveling) What misgivings (feathery)
clustered
in veiled circumference, this nomadic sequence!
Outskirts
of a hastened ride spell a textural thicket:
shell,
bone, feather, bare chest, hair pigment
flared
out reflections, lizards and chalk, cranes
native
of Flanders, a bellyful wielding, caught in.
Part
of this is panting, tepid and predetermined
like
a nasal voice or the shape of a palm of a hand
and
part is clenched in accordion folds
opening
over the linear lowlands of agitated sea fowl.
But
what downy bracelet of crotch, pelvic burrows slide!
What
meticulous soft impressions happened that night!
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