you taste my skin in your mouth
perching slowly on the tongue
in a canned freezing you pinion my heart taste
our moon, the suiciding sunlights
with a sky bullet
the trembling
of what the ground wears
is an underhand scantling
&everything blooms warm
when quarry warfares snub our heartbeats
we shut away
where earthquakes heep in their pockets our touches
passion is a kingdom
in a spin-off to unkissed limbos
how leathering you stay there and swear
you will remain along my body
free-wheeling wakes to ensweep
glissandoes
fey tossings
knuckle under what will have been left of
desperate dosage

lo/ve
is a private music
an unshelved wizardry