I traverse the evening with a glass wine From a newly opened bottle of merlot In the morning my head will ache! Ache with the growth of a cherry stone Imbedding its roots, suckering up
It was I fed those stars into your mouth This is normality, isn’t it?
I notice a dip in his eyes Like some Japanese water chime His eyes were like mine What parables we share. Gazing at her sweptback; strait hair. Then her parting ample breasts,
Folded moth wings placed together in prayer Open to discover the moon and starlit air In madness flap circle my heart— And like a curtain, take little bites at my soul.