In the caring arms of candles, bathe the sky with Autumn pools, canvasing yards.
Sacrificial intruders, gently swimming leaves, crying acoustics, Baba Yaga spins her satin cobwebs in the wake of morning
(funeral rites a few streets over, hardly paid mind or body)
we are protected now by a sauna, simmering hot stones in our chests- -burst forth with passion! ragged romantics gather reaching upward to their forbidden idol (since lost)
coffee, bitter dew on garden, fountain parasol to overcast dispersion/carving blade/nuptial rumours/nobody translates the sick/everybody is coddled by loneliness (wolf, a deathmouth which has never known satisfaction/mute & watercolor)
shop signs faded white, shoeshiner replacements, faces transposed, day drapes with smoking curtains prematurely & ur smile is tortured by animal vagrancy
lips (siesmic breath)
lips a talisman recieved in charity
another fertile morning kept fruitful for those who value moments & glances
lips the household fables, the native porch! (pity)
lips o spirited child clutching hollow whistling images
lips o bedside manner
(I am a feverish mountain branded with snow)
lips cream of dust, lavender flicker,
(speaker's immortal verse/showering violets)
lips eager to shake hands & dance with violence as they undoubtedly know how