everything said to touch
like an art i choke on, tongues
also eyebrow like day bats and
laughing as squirrels play
!poetry speaks
with (in our hands) swords?
ah (yes,) word sneeze across
the places we are not one or two where
you, no, not you, exist only like
the shadow of a cat (a chess piece
or unseen river)
told wordless
me these
things—I
may
kiss
you in detail
in deformoftouching
while delighting metaphorlessly
dims
as right meow

.......until (pillowlessly)fallinginto
FALSE SLEEP
LIKE WHEN THE SUN KISSES
THE LAST FULL TREE
OR I, YOUR SHOULDER
IMPERFECTLY