the world is flown and i sleep beside you wed our mossy appetite has become cleaved a sleeve running between us on this bed a warm hum the pores pipe open intimacy issues forth traversing the gap intelligence sliding slack and froth like moist candy-floss icking and tearing
our shared dream our powerful phantom gussy travellers ravelling in sheets of smoky sea grey/green misting of the memory gland gathering up dead celebrity tuning structures to our jubilee re-creation in a vibe theatre we're partners conducting our behaviour for a grand flotsam revelry dizzed up and narcotic no doubt ; we are unreal
it is the neon hour...
i flicker feeling the rushing of your warm system i feel weather speed over our bodies striping and refreshing the energy in the oil light blinking i see you scar beauty over the berths' landscape you turn the body over and illuminate the eyes you are if to say "plug back in to our shared motion" "we could be imperishable" "i cannot return without my inconsiderate spouse" you brush my hand which fizzes and i clothe my eyes re-enter our developing potion
within our great mouths feed alike our dual nature is a shared gratification within
the thought of you whispers to me in my lonesome moments your stride glides swiftly to me eyes of earthly-tinged emeralds fire-soaked whiskers brush upon me and the slightest rosy sweetness leaves me yearning for you all over again