my alive:
this awakeness seems to breathe
of being close through skin
to heart and muscles
singing softly stroked
by peach parted
over pit stinging;
the gross and fuzzy pash
bristles and bur
catching on roughness of
lip:
has two eyes
completing after darkness
hair in pale perfusion,
lipping with flowers
curled in mounded heap;
whose breaking sound
(star startled)
shook with saliva
–throat can't
but to
unkeep