You do not know,
nor love the chalky crevices and dark knotholes of my cenotaphic soul,
coral polyp dissolved
beneath the drying bath of this polygamist sun-god;
...
You asked me once
gently, in the dark
why I love you so much.
...
Wide ache, awakened
Stormgreen glass
and smooth jazz
notes elongated
...
I am far too rooted in this world,
concerned with each breath,
each detonation beat.
...
In the twilight of a sibilant heart
spinning mouths
embroider silk embraces
from the sky of impersonated longing.
...