summer sweat the fever of the mustard seeds roasting the walls of leaky churches and a soldier's pride she was the storm swell the tattoo, she was in my skin and i was in hers
among shaking, dancing palm fronds he pumps his veins with curls of smoke reclines in his throne slowly, it's a science gold in his fingers and jungle snakes and twitching beats excite his bones
He pushed me in a shopping cart along the gum- stained pavement rattling over cracks filled with small weeds heaving to grow the sun is sinking into the still, black sea but my heart is rising with the moon