then you will see you will
its night the dark groove hesitates its head ranging round the sofa of your arms the bare nights we waited as breath was taken its raying call hurting over the ozone harmonica to our sun lost in its prying eyes 'i've' borne this baby for you our wedding carpeted over the widow's weeds sulphur's air caught in the transom wheat
greet me these there these street this avenue of its hefted up spokesperson in the air
the wheat has bare corners where we lay open to the wheat
we bore the children there staying in the glass pane to sky its loud chord as your lips
whistle to me returning over decade and decade you named it s call to me asking could you see it ? could you ? then its heart to pulse and wreathe
your finger tickling the air called on me the me called I met you
a black patch a silk I imagined your sex a word your sex to say your sex
hosted by the riddle there of your lip against the collar bone of my open shoulder my open shoulder wound
a burial there another day for fox and ganders to land
its landing which counts when you arrive here this doorstop
swung back to forth opening a weed for you yet yet letters have