the black paint chipped perfectly from the brass eyelets around the drawstrings of a good pair of grey sweatpants-
a spectacular measure of time and the presence, there inhabited.

*******
**** on
but what ever you do, keep *******.

i
feel your heart in mine
which is    a stupid thing to say
but
an important   thing to
           mean

/


no hotter pocket dimension
this side of
inferno

no
better muse
.

//we trace over eachother’s outline in wild gestures:
taking measurements
      
trembling with bodies like shivering beds
          meatpalms up
          begging to receive
something in the invisible, irradiated dark

creases in the same giftwrapping bag that makes the rounds
    year after year
we shave off every last fiber
of our oldest tinder pile
in solemn observation for the
thumb on the cold glass
universe

you called me home
with an invitation
to
claw your body clean
apart .
“closer”, you smiled :
as i
came

words fail
where only touch shall suffice