my hips next to hers and we could have the Universe.
her rolling thumbs pressed against my blushed cheeks.
her fire light piercing through all of my -

i don't care
if the moon chokes me.
these throbbing increments of time
are wasting away like musk rose.
and the smell of her spirits are lingering.

her shoulders are galaxies
i'm tied to their crevices
i'm tied to the souls
of her shoes.

i want to know all your ghostly habits
do you cross
yourfingers
yourlegs
youreyes
                 my planets orb.

yourfingers brush my arm softly, w/o reason. like
an act of war
my coat stumbles onto your presence
as a drunkard finds peace and
god behind the
   wheel
_the young trees, hemming us in like [the]cold wool against our ankles.
it's been waiting
         to waterlog us.now.for quite some time
//
    i will look no further than your aluminum eyebrows.against
the windows
       here i'll be.    
featureless as
  ever
fearless as the morning.


as we become fauna for future ages to name