her moon hardened into a stare
a spiral staircase in her marble blood
notches up each time she's surprised
all three of us applaud

hurry there's listening the flavour
of uploading a pollock in your eyes
intently because brother daniel suggested
because your hindlegs are so confused now

i want to define this love i have for you
projected on a large ethereal sail urgency
is always ready perched on the diving board
of my tongue honey it is blue it is cloud

's sobering i'm a drifter just pass through
i'll stop writing poetry because i am a tree
'cause your thighs are gospel truth and your ass too
'cause you embody each kiss you bake you make it real

-- 8/10/07, IL