I seek to fall into her skin
cloakless.

I sense her soonness,
as I smell rain
with the windows closed.

I have an unhappened memory
of nuzzling her nape,

and my body reclines into my soul.


The oscillating pogo-stances
keep me at bay,
though I feel the brink
of a greatness unsolved.

So I keep an eye open
as I fall through the bed.


My totem

considers her's
                           called.

'think'

skipsome-
skipsome-
skipsome-

(rest)

I
could have learned

to breathe
a long time a go.

(note)

A lorry spins quickly
on a road just wet,

(save,   )

and the never's just a
five letter no.



       drinksome-
    sleepsome-
thinksome-

(rest)

There isn't any you,
there wasn't any me.


     And a lorry spins ever
on a road still wet.


               wet,

wait,


                                      wet.

cool, glass favors
and steep, narrow stairs,

and I'm just a boy as a murmur.

nightgown elicit
and curving's entranced

and a boy well set up for a fervor.

with all borders destroyed
on the floor by her bed

and an innocence thrown out to sea.

I sit on this isle now,
well alone and awake,

searching for a raft

made by me.

there will be
only a shallow,

pleasured connection
til you learn
to tie the knots of my youth

into something new
and your own

or until,

you can teach me
to burn 'way the noose.


I found
on my own
with a struggle-pack demon

that the years never pass
with abuse,

so let's
'eye to eye'
with a love-wagered reason

and baggage all this kink

into use.

A pleasure sought
does not a monster make,
but I will stay away,
lest I turn you to usage.

I want you more than life,
and I would give as I take,
but I will stay away,
lest I turn you to usage.

You're the draw,
you're the muse,
you're the sleep that I lose.
You're the creature
when(?) deserved
that I will not let me choose.

i am the rot
in the gut,
and i remain usage.

the little dots,
the little dots,
the clever tasks
of hit-me-nots,

the flavor chase
of over-cradle tones,


      the rounded bore,
the tasted lore,
the keenest sweet
of evenscore,

the purgey smile
of freshly-rattled bones,


      will leave us here,
with blanketsmear,
the slowest breath
of hold-me-dear,

though room reverbed
with slender, ghosted moans.


      the little dots
of eyelid knots
will crest and lumber
sandy cots,

we roll the night
like sunny,

              bleaching,

                                  stones.