I seek to fall into her skin
cloakless.

I sense her soonness,
as I smell rain
with the windows closed.

I have an unhappened memory
of nuzzling her nape,

and my body reclines into my soul.


The oscillating pogo-stances
keep me at bay,
though I feel the brink
of a greatness unsolved.

So I keep an eye open
as I fall through the bed.


My totem

considers her's
                           called.