Let us be the seams of kisses
Within the garment of love
And foamy dreams in the night’s
Shadowy net of carp
My Laura of laurels
Copulating clouds
In trousers of stars
Silent affair of the portico
And the road peppered
With milk-cartons, green colts
Two women dreamed they were
Carousels, mares entwined
Conjoined song rising from insomnia
And Lachesis’ scissors
Love is two obscurities
Devoured a sole match
And interrogated by the leafy tunnel of lies
My soul is a rollercoaster
Barefoot in oily portals to wards
Abstinent flesh infiltrated by sunray, stamen, sting
Unleavened phantoms lovemaking in the Ferris wheel
And the circles of arms, spinning oblivion into jars
Cutting hearts into rivers of song
Your eyes are but tormented manors
Aching rails,
Destiny breaking loose on jasmine, spindles, needles
I’m a thimble, a thorn, you are a star
Lust is a stereo sedating pinwheels
Seducing pines of drunkenness
Love is but an envious gramophone
Half comatose, ashen lips
She goes crazy without the amusement or climax
And hangs herself in the gallows of her tresses
With a pamphlet to Venus’s carillons
Transients of shadows in amorphous trains
Destined to some Wonderland
Neglect the world in sepia
And each child bloodied,
Throttled with coming of age
Ligatures of foreskins, tassels
Final gasp of a blood-clod
Kneeling, praising clemency
To the nun of cigarettes
And the 13th streetlamp, thistle-clad
