fungal tapeworm,
snap of flutter
innerbelly desires and fleeting
butter limbs and tight rope nosedives
I stir to capture these
in ***** of words
which always seems easier in forethought
or between eyelashes
or between ecstatic touch
and ecstatic breaths
or between undivided seconds that seem to last longer
than a mouthed ‘hello’
till the next as rose
tinged time passes as it pleases