time to time
I slip away and open the tiny shell
rocketed in my palm
the interior is lined with complex etchings
intersecting like the strontianite galaxies
sectors blur so that the lines stain fuzzy
to the Correction of nothing,
black, yes, completely
I press my lips and kiss the tiny empty anything
black, yes, completely
I press my lips and kiss the tiny anything

I awoke with a mean love on my cheek
the muslin, lace, the silk patterns
made shades that reached outside to the center of all streets
I drew them toward my chest, rolled up around me,
only in the glee darkness we could see

went by the city alone wishing I had a love
to follow the end of my finger

but the streets were flooded with you already
and I breathed

which beautiful wheel of Saturday sings morning
as your lovely dew face ? chariots through
textures of green, the breeze blows hard on the heart shaped
reeds (pressing tightly together we)
pillow notes
(tighter)
(tightly)
blow