the cut of Iron of my finger
on my tongue.
a slice/ a tinge * of Iron.
on my tongue.

lap its sharp
it leaks again.

of Iron which skin it parts

let it be

it rusts.
a crusty Iron.

dare it bid me bitter bites.

Revere him
as you would a new grave

lest you furrow his brow.
And invoke the dark things.

Respect his steady thought
exploring.
blossoming.
gentle b l i s s

be warned if he mutates:
grumbling upon
    grudges upon.
        he seethes.

And.
       Regurgitates to
    grumble upon
grudges upon...


Prowess expanding!
Cackling!
teeth gnashing, deep-throat,
Growling!

run.

dare his malice lock on
and course through
in bright flash !

and cover yourself.

for he pours out his grief in heavy sheets
waiting for her to dry them.

her.
whom he so often covers and covets
her shine, her warmth, her confidence.

Upon the blistering yawns
lures in the diminished haze
to dwell in black thickets.

Phantoms materialize.
making forest's floors comfortable
they billow gray fumes.
wise these silky heaps
bend low.
and swirls

Up above
the heavy drapes part
and reveal the moon...

her spotlight descends
lonely and dim,
past the gnarly lattice of dark trees.
And sweetly caresses the pastures.

In symphonic multitude
the brightened chirps
of crickets
rise and rings in the darkness.
The throaty croaks
of toads
masterfully drones the beat.

The trees rustle.
sound of leaves scraping,
blooms in full applause.

And.
Night waits.
Patiently.
for the show to begin...

so intricately  so intimately
she plays the piano walls.

sinuous fingers  exploring
creating waltz.

in sudden  exhaustion
she makes her escape
done in her own  privacy

see it sputter from her
fat dimple

see her land a soft kiss.

where has...

gone.

I have seen the endless suns
their sinister stare steals

my weary ribs bury
cries lost and dead

I long to chase the wind.
but the Rising, the Setting
the High above...

"Meaningless! Meaningless!
Utterly Meaningless!"

deep in the golden desert
the mirages fold,
a robe of milk and honey.
And

I believe.

"fool"

my precious,
precious pink!
my clean flesh.
mutilated.

"fool"

I can count all my bones
they look.
they stare at me.

*"Is there anything new under the sun?"

Admire her
with a mellow smile

or her stunning gaze
will set to melt your foolishness.
her warmth sticks like sweat

her Confidence
It's Contagious.

Oh...

See her Beaming
see she sends her gentle rays,
sizzling.
bent down.

to lay upon my brow.

to pet my cheeks.

to press against my lips in tight
clever curls.