I saw moon children, the
��������madness, your meteor tongue
vibrating I love you�s and light shoo-ees,
the kind Poe sweated in his plays despite
the O my darling�s from Lenore, despite my

�����������heartbeat

under floorboards playing you harder than
��lips at hips, sound in sleep
��������soft in a cat's deep season
lips dropping only broken paraphrases of Browning

tear verse on a red breast for the soul square
merging us
�������with all the roses���cerise-tipped
turning windy rooms taupe
��������������blurring window pains

a bumblebee river
���burns in you with a focus high
under her clothes���������nipples & skin you

celebrate and leap into airy
plaintive turnings lambent and focused

�dances - her hands and insects
�����������how-to�s your
������������day, and

�����the lift ~ remove this window
������������nights fire my sleep and its verse

I dance, gauze shading her share, with the
������������Sedan crown for concubines & wet water
plexiglas linen feeding love for

���������������a womb, a murmured house

dromedaries carry stories
over a room eloping across May stars
leaping the bayonets and blue-steel

�of your madness���������spot
������the never-so, the somnolent journey

����������������of the gondolier


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