tongue of slumber

the tongue of slumber, your
dreams in which i slept when you
left, i, on your side, dreamt you
slept, still.

upon each ridge of wake i, my
hand in yours, shrank mellowly at your
side, against your
back.

i, my face in your skin, a scent
ascent i smell your life it
puffs behind beneath the
silk of sleep.

vine

beneath a friendly feather--a

delicate down puff plush top,

curled under cramped:

practiced plants, vines full and

strong stretched stretching

swollen caught kinked just

behind your shoes.

swift breath through the teeth, wind

howl-hum rattle the screens,

a whisper-rasp cheer, a cold to curl round my

big toe i see it as blue i see it as

you're gone for a few, i'll

listen for when the wind finally

opens my window, tucks you

in beside me.

wonders.

we three lava drips, globular facial

expulsions, it is we;

whimsical? wonders.

blue or green gem-eyed

ghosts, haunt frames haunt

hearts, hear here we three

vex, visit, nest.

whenhow?

so sweet, my sweet one little
pulse, a point brought through
space, this is spun for you--

for you, soft sigh, for you
this: transit via tears,
pitiful displays of whenhow?
willnow? now before our
eyelids, i, you

have kissed my face, you,
i have dried your eyes, i, you
flicker before night has been
brushed from morning's
dew.

the lazylectric current

stops at the rubberround my

eyes the blue storminggrey

silence that shouts something

gory bout some whoredribble

horrible heave gag on the

floor, left it there since

Tuesday.