heart like a boy

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

rounded thingheart like a boy,

i dream i fly

to the spire of island —

ride beating flanks

to land on green sable,

rub the birthstone —

          red stone smooth,

burnt ember —

reach to you,

i fear your eyes,

my curiosity.

 

you hand me

a golden rope,

i do not know

how it could be…

boy piss-stream

beads on lilies

how we have bodies —

edge of

living,

point of splendor.

 

press the rope to me,

dry wheat straw,

hidden ember… dream

of lips, your

salt-dry fingers.

 

 

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