If you imagine,
a star making liquid
indulgences on the open sea
And us — floating fabric
on the blanket your mother made;
out of the kelp
in your grandmother’s teeth.
Looking above, the silver film
water light, we gaze -
Down, feet absurd ballet
Tongues, eeled, slobbered,
that’s where they lay
EGGS ——

One lime in the gutter
— two other in your mother
She begged for it —
I’m monkey, does it show?

One ***** on st. luke-us
Touch-my-nip or I may a-puke-us
My ****’s a ******
(and salty
please kiss me)


The key is blue
Let me bend my knees
and ride onto you.
Dripping down with the breeze
Wet, I come to you.
Salt wet I slip past the shells
may I dream with you?