It licks my brain with silence
Silent clouds of my own distortion
Reverberation
Their kiss --- Drops of this
Instead of dips...
A weave... Alive
A woom underlasting ---- effervescing
Freedom - a dome --
Freedom from your dome - too small to call a home
And in wrists with arms and fingers, they exhale
Through a legless hiss -- detach
And I've given a hug to that kiss
Red over there
The kiss that only wanted a grape
But got two - instead of this -

My softened clay
My cage – baked brittle in the mind’s sunfull day
A reddened, a maddened, a thrice jeweled burn
Stretching its notes in a dizzying blur
The chord within itself
The cord that holds its charged chimes high
Melts into its relieved downward grace
Through ages of timely spaced droplettes - I
Am reminded of an ageing dropped timelette’s fall
Into the heart’s cavernous climbing well
A stairwell staring louldly
With blank casings
Of simplicity in reaching
For their up stares and their downs
Clambouring in a shuttled exertion
A crawling weight of reversed inversion
Stacking straws - intent – perversion
Crazing a column full
Then tilting it.