our bodies a carnival of mismatched why
the curves of a whisper, the strength of a sigh
they merge in a dance,  trompe l'oeil meets the sky
no labels fit no definitions hold
we are free to invent the rules of the fold
with every step our shadows multiply
we chase the echoes of a surrendered reply
in the androgynous abyss there is delight
a space for contrast to become light

Sheep daunted
Gracefully the wind hums,
Darkened clouds-
The warmth overbears us.
Trees, oh mighty-
They tremble in the haze,
A blue and green fury.

Stilling like-
Some dying machine, unmade.

Branches whip
The gentle lake turns, churns

Bell shaped lanterns flicker
Before the man shaped name

Feelings of wet cold grass
Like woven fleshy cod
I feel-
I feel-
Has the man left the room?
I think it might be June

I saw a lizard, and it saw wild fear
I took two steps back, lizard took too many
I wanted him out, but he could only go within
Going across, around, felt somehow bound
I wanted to ease the unease I saw
But the steps forward to help, made him more restless
He was trapped, he knew and I did too
I kept a newspaper angled to his escape but no exit happened while I stared
So the only way to help, I shut the lights off and went in my room
Came ten minutes later, lizard nowhere to be seen
Nobody knows where he currently is,
I just don't want to be the fear someone feels.