I.
Our limbs
(winter - bared
to the cold)
paled
* orange peels in the pillow case
against the duvet (snow littered with tangerine skins)
feet spilling out the window into the garden beneath our bed
where hands nurture fruit grown in smoke and unfastening *
bunched tendons in our hands
compound torsos with the submission into, clawing for gravity of
(yes, love)
Of please - yes, love (love, love),
Of marbled - quaking , tongue - in - my - mouth - down - my - spine,  sun - in - my - eyes - when- we - touch love,
{feeling}
Rose -y yellow


II.
Periwinkle artifice
Interspaced with
Drip
Smear
Blur
Of cloud (silver gray)
Sun-splash on James Joyce
As February’s finger
Blushes spring


III.
(You and your lustful multitudes)