3 loves because
you are not one body
single hands or
two lips only;
you are(perhaps)
a multitude.
perhaps a gallon o
of incredulous which
i become by
each tremendous
drove of your hips
that eat like snow
my figure to become still.
more still than to live and that
i shall lay forever as a flake as like
to melt upon and be the new old soil
between each pressed sole of boys and girls
in love they make the curious racket
of life. i would like to make in you
before turns my hands to ash and
not even one of your bodies
can h(old