growing slower in my
answers
reveal rainbow cradled
in gaze of
boy
not shy to be
caught
in
skirt slit up both left
and right
sides-
inviting daylight
to caress
thigh.
wordplay
undercover whisper
lingers
more sweet than
sordid
we
risk for restless
reasons?
reckless leaving
station-
teeth slick with
steam.
vaguely human
shape
behind a tree
leans in
no stranger to
shivers-
sobered by the
warmth
of madman’s
cabin.
kindled by bonfire of
keepsakes,
a toothless kid still lingers,
likes his candy
by the nickel by
the shovel
sucker sticks in
pockets
stuck
together,
in back row of splash
paint bus,
mostly friendly
girl’s face
that pretty shade
of dirty-
shrugs like age won’t
waste us.
a rasp turned tickle in
the middle
of memory held back
heavy sneeze
to not drag
notice
to
why shoulders
shiver
so.
how lacking sleep
left linens
musty
foldless moldy
sheets
may not have chafed
my cheek
had they been
aired to
dry
and not bleached
in heat.
clinging to what won’t
stop moving?
to us keep from
fossilizing
to three hundred
count thread
despite cravings to
watch sun
climb
to
heights
unperceived-
uprooted to
leave.
bending a fifth
string-
gushing sedimental
sentiment
in company of
critics
i seldom know
what not
to say,
deeply content with
incomplete-
despite fleeting need
to patch old
wrongs-
to wander where i
don’t belong.
fingers
trace tan lines,
sand dries
on lips of sunshine,
as clouds recede
from grainy
gaze
has not quit
for days.
you’re a chord change
in quicksand
song
rewound to skip
the fade,
smokescreens only delay
mirror’s gaze,
each surface
blemish-
a stroke of
genius,
both hands firmly on
your helmet,
i spit hornets
but half mean it,
watching a dove
land
in desert hand
of man
like shrine to
longing.
hands in the garden 
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