that rain in your skull
is the wish.
a tingle of snow blind clarity
an inch of
beach.

you loom wet
in fretful foam, epibenthic
I'm swinging
from the ledge of your
up close
so  far,
far
away

someday you’ll love me and that will be some day

and
that will be always
twirling in pure joy
delirious our
phantoms !

wringing a gram of wheat
from the loaf of our blood...
charming every halo's master
to skin a thief
of  reason
with a song
about
tight
lips

telling secrets to a lover
sinking ships
that have

no name