loveaffair

metal yellow, petal echo

hanging high today's halo,

dry breath rift on the

bottom lip the upturned

bloom, a smile traversing

worship, you

adore me.

i think your

bones are beautiful,

slinkslide support

flag and frame i would

sail swim and on broken

glass i would kneel,

worship and weep.

bump-mirror

halt: noticed the metal water

coloured mania, spun round

up up I looked an

unhemmed sky a delightful

tear, and seventy-some silver

string, twine

tinsel round, sort slow and

rest in the bend of my

lashes.

sciatica

morning

starched in dark, have

You the same

sore? Ripple red

wreck the pale

belly beneath, stings

against your

rain soaked slacks

I'll not read the

news, not going to

blink. Listen to the

inward bend crackle

dollhouse lightning to the

heel.

white picket fucked

this cinched
through ground
teeth taught
jaw, some

stripped gear, bum
nerve and no
bouquet in a
set of
stronger hands

his wife and her
man and a half empty
nest, broken bailing
backward,
white picket fucked

and the dream man:
wretched and whiskey
whittled, what depths
have you to see

in the wounds you wreak?

shut the fuck up.

red sheets

take this bloated
body, freshly afloat
bruised violet bloomed
belly up, you bet against this
day.

did my feet between your
knuckles tickle?
thought you could
toss flick me to
sea, see if i would
float-didn't settle
soft,

serve me in
cork, swaddled soft, red
sheets, make sure i look
off
olive.