secret hiatus hauntings

[_swastika]

A short tongue for pretty ones:



It is the twist of a hand
that changes courses and the
twitch of a lip, immeasurable by
metric, that can make that
twitch
       something perfect.

And the twist and the twitch
balance your limbs with your
eyes as you move;
we drag your ligaments till they hang
loose like gardens, and from those
we string the world.

It rains and the sky is full of
thin veils. you wear one, I wear
another and we exchange air; we
are
       kissing.

If there was a second left in this world, I'd make footmarks in my bedspread.