supreme/eiffel.

millionfelt, folded honey into my
features, on my face, and becomer
waving oceanspray that intoxicat-
es and is really loud and quiet--
it is so enthralling: to approach

the throne wherewithal intact, an
opening that invites confessional
librettos and octaves you shaking
like the tree, at dark hours of a
sunny day.. but what i want shown

true is that it's so sensual to &
that we absorb scintillating this
astrological schedule with an eye
always to the uplift or even mak-
ing miniature renaissances, free;

ascendants dancing wheels & fires
on the plaited braided grass that
offers scents like homefulness as
the belly is properly round & our
intellect perks at the slightest:

did you know that i love you just
as you are? and that--sometimes--
i need you to create me? unlocked
and hiding without guile.. martha
kincaid singsonging swinging soft

to herself as if we had never be-
en beaten, it's not a game but it
does tend to last forever & again
half as long, summers cutting our
hair and we laugh & grow it back.