some shapes ( of ) sacral silence
Ser-pent your sins!
You are responsible for your own density
He had a lost love in his face.
Moonlight slurred through mist and branches.
A locket of fragrant smoke:
ardent, radiant.
Cool violet blued by me.
Lifted in and folded close.
Fingertips, belly, thigh,
soda bubbles travel starlines.
Mystery loves company
like a heart sheathed with volcanic glass.
Bluerrrred bird, bluerrred bird,
in the obsidian mirror.
Further deeps a gem- lit cavern:
fountain curls nectar.
We swim
dangling syrupy circles -
some kind of between
passing through.