telling how she winds
hidden beach, shallow pools of lust
become. the order in wild
Jamie or flying kittens in sicknesses
so cute and distrustful
sacks of dead religions

with doubtful touch
i linger home, words
bendings of polished scenes
to capitulate against sun, taming dawn

ignorant feast of lunge
the soils returning
yellow bolds, grow unusually friend

the kytle girl i lose too