private momentum metal carcass shedding silver skin and coiled husk footsteps on paved roads chewing up second hand rubber,

demanding hydrogen high hope hopscotch delirium on 24th street rose petals,
under the immutable sway of green leaf lettuce
crisp and plastic
crunching over head, these unending tendrils take root deep in the blood and sprout birthing clouds,
buzzing,
left,
and right respectively

i will wade out
                        till my thighs are steeped in burning flowers
I will take the sun in my mouth
and leap into the ripe air
                                       Alive
                                                 with closed eyes
to dash against darkness
                                       in the sleeping curves of my body
Shall enter fingers of smooth mastery
with chasteness of sea-girls
                                            Will i complete the mystery
                                            of my flesh
I will rise
               After a thousand years
lipping
flowers
             And set my teeth in the silver of the moon