swimming in real
I see the earth in your eyes and cannot sky for all your meteors
sleeping in the atoms of my blanket.
for all the alabaster of your forearms
swarming embrace like thin kittens made of rope
and feminine steel.
I see my worth in your eyes and cannot lie for your troubadours
dreaming in the tatters of my mistakes.
for all the amber chambers of your plum
disarming grace with tin ingots made of hope
swimming in real.