My eyes

Without permit.

Thrill shivers beneath my surface.


Light candy.


Stripping pink silhouette,

Like wallpaper,

Like lover.


My cloak is a cloud,

Dark, and rolling over me as a storm

over a fruitful plain.

Call me by my needs.


Can you tell where I’m going,

All finesse and shard?

The space between my thighs

A confection.


the spider that wove my house
has only loaned it to me.
At my table,
cigarettes burn and puff
from nothing.

Everything is an appearing act
in a universe of inexplicable birth.

When the spider lumbers back from
his hunt,
I will be given a key to my blood,
and I will live in my life
like wet in water.