My blood nicely drifts this morning
Some sort of red bell bloom conspires
Right arm necklacing my garments
She’s in love writing postcards
Full color divinity ink slips her mouth
Shading plastic limbs exhausted
Affirming the resurrection of her tongue
Her first Gods purring the soulful return
Her high heeled abstractions kneeling forgets
Findind the promise in a want . . .

With you darling my feet grow nothing but warmth, thank you.