tenderness leaves my eyes in capillary ribbons. your diamond lips are chalked, released from rock. your head, a knot of angel pine— a dark-brown blooming sticky and lucked to the back of my throat. it is in this moment that I hear a wisp of rapture blowing through the oak overhead. my heart’s motor cranked like October’s last churning bumble bee. pollination susurration be gone… you kept looking past me, your hand on my shoulder. the precious gauze of your profile mixed porcelain doll and found a chisel to perfect your nose. I feel the love of everything and you—so unaware of your beautiful.