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The wanting more of needing less of

counting seasons of wading chest

fluids and viscous broth, this

redundant bloom and receding loss

this vacuum in my skull this

lilac this lie. Silent, ingratiating reply

   forgiveness. 

forgive me, I am in

Some days I know nothing outside

myself because I haven't the 

words to dispel the fumes

from my own mouth. 

I exhaust my crouch 

til I'm somewhere else, beneath 

the bedrock. I love her. 

Rembrantian -Ina

Some sky-scraping shedevil, she leaves

me and I her pitfall

shall crumble into lechery

as a stoned carcass 

    at dawn

as a mutt curls up, as the 

winding of     her bun.  

      - Ina 

I swallow another pill 

and it bunches up as the 

proverbial lump in her

proverbial slope 

on the proverbial green of 

the nouveau riche and their idols, 

slick in faux leather head clutches

Drug rushes fantasy 

out of the trafficked doorway

into the night air, fresh wind, 

crowded patio

and a romantic emptied corner

where two might escape to 

view stars

and the itch quits

each to laugh at respective quip; 

shape-shift under precious heat;

excuse the rust, paint over pearly 

labor with 

extensive muster.

"Bring me to sleep

push me to come closer

bribe me to stay awake"

All this for you 

and you say I'm praying

the gap closed of your knees 

and of your hair I daren't speak

lest my words cut it short

and bake it underneath 

our starry pretense

limping now to balcony's edge.

Come now, darling

my sweetness, my creep

my crookery and wanting

You, my desire, are near complete, 

surprising muse, draw near your 

ghost of precisely.

Some entry point arose about 

an hour ago and you, my scythe

unzipped it before its do-er

could be un-readied. 

You are insidious, my love. 

Come now, 

into her

exquisite peril.