-- the moon hangs like
   a pendant over the supple
   collarbone of the night.

  under my raft is your
  ocean raising
    the reticence.
  calligraphic and all graffiti:
   sunshine walks
   with elegiac primrose.
   moonlight's facade
   dons harlequin mask sprinkling
   with its white hands
   stars with anonymous eyes
   examining ichthyic gravel

     an unearthing, only moribund.
like a question dangling like wild moss on grafted lips of concrete,
        revealing all
        but only too little
        is understood.