my
     my light
my lithe light
                           my lithe lady
daily devotions: i attend with my lips
your marriage of heat and (callous sensuality
unerringly lavished a spit of phlorescent marrow.    .        .    To the salt

       of sunlight light majestically freckled your shoulders

who's so pale hands are grippless plums juice bursting off you're onyx hair
         dimly.

         who i'm enamored a foolish

                            girders
                                                  of my rib

solitary pumping scarlet

                                                carve my amorphousness to
            symmetry
                                 the
  ****
                      breach
                                                 of lavender
                                                                                   sound!