Lover
Float to me unraveled
Wrap me in your arms of travel
Let your fingers prattle on
Your shirt, my skirt
I feel unearthed
Tell falling fractions of my climb
A line
Strewn from frown to frown
And as one flies up,
The other floats down
Lips are not full with atoms but with laughter
Stardust is murder
The clippings of a song
The dresses hem
A lemon rind
A dog who bit too many times
A stitch in the side
Don't play with your food,
Can't you tell when I'm in a good mood?
We're firing on cylinders
And prisms, cubes and cones
I feel liquid limelight in my eyes
I can taste it in my bones
Digging back from China
We're channels in the ground
But we can make a life well spent
The second time around.