I dreamt
I was soft

and could be changed
squeezed into molds

to be formed into
something else

something valued
something desired
something created

by the soft hands
of someone with

an imagination

there is so
much hope

in the strength of
pointed toes

the movement
of nature

so pure

as it prepares
itself for

a spring
toward the sky

she bends herself
into new shapes

and then leaps
freeing the

energy of the sun

turning nature
into art

Breathing hard,
we swam in the ocean of one skin

bodies hot,
flesh aflush

as you fall  beside me
feigning to be tired.

I close my eyes
and think about the beach at twilight,

if it will be you or the moon
walking alongside me there

within the decrepitudes
of waning one night

stands your inconsequential
manhood...

As our Friday night  breathing
Slows to a silence of regret,

you get up to towel down;
While I allow your power to dry on me.

Still, you come and wipe away our ***
as you kiss each place

where you had landed
yet you never consider

my lips...

fresh crumbles fluffing on a graded road
propelled  by the calcified touch of a heel-flipped flesh
looking through the cracked heel,
thank god, floating vapors calm the thirsty flensed skin