You are clenching the flower
My brumal heart yearns for,
Dove of warring-eyes,
Bread: nourishing groins,
Heaping nectarines seizing
The windowsills of your mouth with fervor

Merger of fury and melancholy
Oh, awning of pities, flowering avenues
With barefoot bicycles, a nude Cadillac

Smoke’s sash girdling the reverberating lamppost
Heaving voices, curdling tongues
Moon fastened to obituaries
Fleeting world in which we are but timetables;
Shadowy trains vacating the luminous soul