vague background terror claims camp way back where eyes
deprived of light cast sails and line through see
Your body is water. You gunsmoke cannonade
affections rip through my cannibal babbling brainscape
deaf and dumb to love’s language intending attendant
Old World Spanish.
bilateral line
Yours a river run down over nose and Cupid’s Bow to a
neck of shared fixation
clicking nails and
picked face turned rough planks are paddles by
which I leave and lose my way.
let me by losing it gain You near again
and join oceans all the same.