my neck wants the
raw wind?    bitter

,biting cool&swallow
ing whole      yet,so
the flavour of winter

throw the slowing force
       ,spin&dive,loose
in a falling way.       You
must let Me go. centre
Me into cosmos & I will
drift on to another love.

please,please let me go

obtain,Gardengirl,
& plant me
        
              deep
er
    than    anemone

(days wilt like U)

sunshine,midjuly,
will bide his time

(& when pixies
        ,braiding
with his light,
parade  in cars of
golden bluegreen)

then   i will wake
a perfect Rootboy,

&     ,I will expand
under every love (
but Urs) & nurture
foreverness,always

palmed into her mouth as she
was the sun
    
  O                      swallowing

the texture of recursive ***


'there is no tension      o
here', any more.      

0                                 space
                           is colder than
the interlinking of    'spheres

she stood,playing
the crossword
    like her great
        double bass,
& i wondered
what would get
   tired first ,,,
        her feet or
            her head

my dad's wedding ring around
my neck    i press it to my lips

imbued,not half,with promise

           love is a cool gold band