Held in a gust like veins in flesh -
your awkward fingerwound hair.
Our eyes meet over dispassionate fire
your throat betrays a wild moan
heart palpitates, blood confusion
falls back to the chest to take
attendance: valve, vein, ventricle.
You biological summer,
you slut of lazy days.
you're everything fantastic
that's locked up in trees.
Gathering acorns
from your fingertips
I reflect on growing
something new, and smirk:
same-old reaction to drought.
A spectral piece of glass,
a blooded tusk of ivory
our fists tighten on nothing
a worthless reverie.
We sit, uncaressed.
Your hoary chill is palpable
even dreams become illusion
beneath the cracking lake
pumps blood, blue, fusion.