comfortably impounding churches
a Christ for sale
invariably housing the wax-less love
sometimes these sonnets softly caress my forehead
exactly where i know
where parameters understand a dawn
a heaven darlingly asking me to float
precisely paled
precisely curled
evermore
sleep
the discomfort on my skin
my fathers baldness
occupying radiation
taping the marks
the stalked beams
doctor doctor
you forgot his spleen
while you are publicly speaking
staging staging
the heavy heart
exactly balancing
for the audience that weeps
for me - somebody who deliberately abstracts in misery
the thick plush wetness preventing your cells to live
you, who deserves to breathe
you, open mouthed teaching me how to cry in my sleep
you, the peace where my battled lines are drawn
you, my all, bright like the spaces between the words in a sentence
tunneled by this body who remembers the saddening beauty of being truly free
God – how he sings
The very song lovers feel
Putting it mildly
Deliciously nibbling my sight
Herding my count
my concentration loving so secretly
Prodigiously lacking my sleep to write
Implying my simple limbs to ink his skin over and over again
No wonder – zzz’s – fails to attempt
Lash curling my silence it’s thundering bed
God rains with high hopes tilting my bolts
Such fury it purples my room moaning tall
Do I wait for sound poundings
Or ponder the lightning
Regardless I am scared
You’ve made yourself manly
Sheep me the right to find my dear sleep
Nestle me tight and sake poets dreams
Personality woman rewinds
This erect brained pantomimist
Burlesquing my credulous ropes
My Hamlet stunning matador
Sparking tragic falconry
Hunting waked ovations
Wrinkling logic lethal flow
Unfair and pale you bestow
Venus venue relentlessly bumping toes
Be my oyster lover waltzing clock
Direct words of dreams for this diagram who draws 
