If I try to view that you mouth is half full
i'll have to count
the hours of ecstasy that came through you
being transperent
to what you can be
authentically by yourself
in the lizards night
not often have i seen you
writing essays on yourself
with every wrinkle of your body
your curling lips, and diminishing eyes
you....
trying to make fire
by rubbing shoals
...of what u been fishing!
and all that was limpid-
started to thicken ...
getting blurred over my eyes
my shoulders and thighs....
Maybe be some seismographic fault
by which the bones in these dreams are aligned
a slightest knock of breath
awaited since ages
provokes
the frame
to break, out of its temple
let me pull over the curtains
this dream that has been
sought by the honey bees
and envied by the electric rails
may catch ypu by your orphaned core
where ecstasy is brewing
for a hot coffee
with me!
