I
want to carve your body in the Summer sky, feasting on your succulence
shhh
pocket
my poem
tuck
it right there
arrange
the choral writhe
of
my base calculus
tell
me where
there
is a story
in
each glimpse
you
have taken
of
my forever madness
tell
me that anything
is
possible
tell
me that
I
am a clever monkey
that
I blink what I think
that
I am an eager entertainment
that
I am a running cup
bladed
with smiles meant to fool
that
I am a chiromantic
disengagement
of your resolve
that
I am an intra-cellular hypnosis
that
I am why dreams crawl blind
that
my will is an actor
that
I am a suckling pagliacci
belly
laughing with lust
leading
my heavenly falls
tell
me this while
I
am savoring everything
about
my wingless flights
wondering
if I can sense
a
proximity of absolution
wrapped
in dissolve
I
am finger painting fantasies
onto
each fall
each
one is a green light
to go just about anywhere
with what anything goes to bare
you
for
instance
spilling
from the catch basin
full
green reach of the maples
in
the gloaming dagger
dappled
lean of courted shadows
are the drunk-calling
rise-trilling seed-birds
trembling
fat
with exhales of wax
that regale to please
you and your crescent hold
are the bold wet parts
of my self war’s bliss
this blessing
I am guessing
is something
that tells me
I’ll
be telling you
is
the sweetest
I
have tasted yet
EJR
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I like the finger painting fantasies and self war's bliss ~
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