I Want
to write the world;
in your name,
on your body, in

(.)your blood(.)
and my milk
weill feed
them
sweaty palm
against sweaty neck
and reasons melting
quicker than coke
in the summer on

the coffee table,

sticky on the slick
surface; dry cool only
a memory
that
i'll hold on to
ever tighter; that fireball
of slowly sublimating ice,
my anchor dissolving

into the dusk

:spooned rock:

at the base
sinking stone
wearing midnight musk