Not played out, yet—not as I
remember—
A (billowy)
kind of music/moment,
one you plunge yourself
into, so to
feel the different parts
of the (different)
whole touch.
A seismic event, the—
grind | shhhhh. . .
dancer
with an impalpable lover,
echo of the luminous, quivering
surface of a tarnished fork:
a riotous,
many-fingered,
feathered,
rotating, colored copulation
of elemental vitality discontinuing
the passive/neutral.
Times when I bleed like this,
I glide, gladdened that belonging
may originate
in this enchanting seeming.