sinking stripped
down-
splayed on couch
in mind,
vacant pleasures
at hand-
still feel it when
imagined..
you were here
tucked
into
me
like love note
used to
read.
abstract
ride me like the
longshot
in
a one horse
race-
still fails to
place.
i hold your eyes
in mine
to
feel what you
dream
when not
seen.
all but gone.. or
belong
to taming of
tigers
war for last
bone.
wrong strain of
weather
to wave my
feather
like all’s
fine-
dodging scowls from
strangers
over
scars don’t feel
like mine.
no longer entranced by
dancing to
crash..
..land in
handshake
behind screen too
bright to be
seen.
tasked in haste
to hatch
but
shell won’t
crack
while under
attack.
savor boredom’s
breath
like salted
honey
glaze my page
for days
to
distract from
poise i
lack
as
loafer baked
away in
back.
virgin to this
texture
of
pleasure
not born of
need
to
flee come
dawn
unfolds like
crown
of sparrows at their
most calm
whenever in
song.
may solace bless
your soul
dear uncle
Ant
dreams but
can’t
drag the clock
black.
hands in the garden 
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