A finger on my jaw
and all falls away.
Grinning on shallow haunches
and the lithe trim of indifference
A single thread
vermillion long
laid on enamel fields
and a cat in your bed.
I cry over days
skimming a riot of ripples,
stones of eternal weight
float heavy on the river.
And a rose moon
sardonic winker
and spiteful jabber.
Like a child
Like chitinous black ants.
The wave rivets us
and our skin a blur
my hand lost into deep bones
boundaries loose and emerald.
Deep punched
Fluid bodied
I spin into the void
and see you.