You have brows like bushes,
eyelashes like webs.
Shoulders like a steep cliff,
arms like bridges.
Ears like deep wells,
endless and bottomless
in sight.

Snout filled with cigarette grain,
and the breaths
you seem to hide away.

You have hair like a little girl's soft eyelash,
falling down upon her innocent cheek.

Your chest heaves;
I am lost listening to the pulse that brings you back to me.

You lay like a child;
I do not feel the need to engulf you.

I allow you to exist just so.
In your land of banana hammocks,
and bittersweet stars.

I graze the freshly cut grass
of your chin.
I see the lines of shadow
remain permanent on the concrete,
and my mind goes on in complacency.

Gradually -
I keep tumbling,
further down the hills of
dead grass
and unspoken ink,
to join you.