this pissedup drawl of an evening
was    just that;
                       stumbling           through
                            time&nausea
as Someone,i could only cry.

high & notquite
                         dry,I
slipped into our music like silk
                                          in sleeves
& think about all the pretty notes i
left you.    think about your hand
                                         on my knee
                  (that one time,"accidentally")

so in sleep as life,
       in my dream i dreamt of kissing You.
in Your,flushing gleam, & weaving voice
i dreamt of Your dream,
               of how You
                   want me
                   holding You.

of Me, i hope
    the sagging moon
         & her tired hands
   fall on Your shoulders
to wash in how I see You

i hope
  the delicate dried
           flower
     & her springly laugh
  realises You love Me

i hope
    the singing magpie
& his warbling tone
     echoes the songs
  in which I played You

i think
     i hope You hope
           i Am

mind.          like a
      twirling,sweeping breeze,
We would be
    swanning up the coastline
    of some
         sweet&birdsung
                       place

(eating up candlelight,
    stalking halated joy,
walking the long walk,
talking of how We love)

if i could sway Your
mind.                 like a
             flowing wave dips
             the coral,
He would hold His luck
         like a clamshell,dashed
         upon His rocks of fault
& left to saltly dissolve in sea

(Pearlescently, You
may roll around my
fingers.  come alive
under my jolting/
                   lectric
touch & realise my
riveting certainty)

if i could sway Your
mind.       like a
    flourished page turning,
         You would read more
    than
just the words I write

(lungfuls of effervescent love,
exhale,eye it melt across the sky
& drip down Your shoulders,
play the magpies kizmit tune)

if I could sway Your
mind like a tree,
You would fall into love
                                   &Me

swishes Her skirthem
in a swift
        and graceful bow
           
    &
  a knowing glance
  (the flushed cheeks
   and kissing eyes)
flashes like
                      sparking
                      end of lip
                      
                        striking
                      end of lip

wave, to wonderful swirling
bluegreen cool

apex. acme. precipice of
Us; the cresting belief in
                         'We are to be'

rolls&folds me out
    to float - the polar verse
of promise in' shoes

so cymbal crash on back
of beat. the symphony aqua!
              acquiesce His sin

stroke the little seawater death.
all things in time return to wave.

the un bridled un
                         buttoning
  of sense
               ...
                (          a     pointless,whipping
                                             towel of wind)
                                                        ...­
& the sylphic roots
           ,whom in their
fishbowl head.
      their endless lung

                       un dressed You
         ....
                               (static RINGing
                                electric moan)
                                          ...
& Your greenhillmounds
                 trembled
          greener,became
...
(this              wracked                 incessant
          waltzing whistle.    )
                                                ...­
                       a poolofpunch. the
                       cellulose We once dug
                       our fleshly little Thumbs into
                ...
                   (a two-hundred mile
                                      rockfall splash)
                                                         ...
                       stained like
                        the idea of heaven

  &myshirttoo                             deliquesced
     diffused                               &liquified
  
We covered              Our Earthly Body
                 in organic spilling mess &
drank

(ffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff­)

                 Us                        like we ******.

the airsick scarf of
                                    /well,nothing/
snakes down My back
as a familiar hand          might
a pale&flexing spine

enticing'er
               swimming assembly
                     of corpuscles
     (&theveneratingrubsofsternum)

ha! no! relinquish the
   cold.     &
   metallic     sting

                                        to Her,so
                                        svelte,the
       ­                                 succuba
                        ­                of chance

to Her,then,
  the sketch of
one schimera