Blue, as wintry women swimming invisible
one ghostly curtain and a herd of thunder
degrees cooler than a nail in September
pause
quince backward into the light
the behavior of teeth is balsamic glittering
sprouts wings
the future waits unexpected, your eyes are
starlings kisses
anthologize for the sake of bells, among bees
tansy carrot, the absolute formula for
delirium gives a distant lust
at the end of a dark pier
not of stone, our tongues are on
form your hands into afternoons
gulp the liquid waiting
there and hear
me barely
breathing.
