her icey gaze
trenchant
in pursuit
her fingers pry
through bedrooms blind
to touch your orbs
bestir the belly

she wakes you
asleep
no indicia of intent
trot and tango
pride
she rouses
elan vital
dance child
dance
dance
dance

so,
the molecules that make up earth life have more in common with objects wandering our universe than the elements of earth,
and i think that daisies and jellyfish are good things,
but, sequoias are really big and that ocean,
that ocean knows more than my grandmother,
rocks you say,
i say rocks.
but that don't matter cause those lights there,
their my cousins,
and those animals there,
their just my carmates.
and god,
well, [he] likes to be all that all pleases, and then some,
but here on bluebell 3, we walk our dogs on wires
and spit the script waiting,
n chase the birds waiting
n go n go n go n go n go on, waiting.

the mighty ocean and humming wooden lungs
cherry juice on paper
beatsa pleasing

high hi hya
my my mya what lovely lovelies you have
may a my eye a have some, too?
oooooh. . .
oh.
oh.
uh,huh.

thank you for your time miss.

Warm silken sunflower, in the body of a female human.
I touch, feel, absorb all.
Some days I am aphonic, so much is entering,
permeating every inch of me.
Fingertip to eyelash to hard hard heels.
I live in a land of untenanted minds.
My eyes pierce their chests and clutch the mass within
it turns to green papercloth and asks me cash or credit?
So I draw my distinctions on bricks and big metal cans,
and wait.
Wait for the antiphon,
and somewhere in the moonlit hours, in the quiet, it appears.
reflective and brazen,