she smiled with her eyes
you had to close your eyes
to see what that was like
watchin the edge
of the eye, on a float
no time to guess
theres no place else

then you lost your jaw
it was blissing out
with the rustle
across the yard
like it didnt have
an address, some
scribe will sketch

theres a why of course
that you should glimpse
any of this
this one time the end
justifies the means
so god gets above the law
and you walk away scot free

a field of potential
not the black hole
if glimpsed
the locale evaporates

where   every   vapor
and every sense that
ever blew, gets in  &
gets options . anything goes in

every  other  thing  thats without is always inside
cause near this field things move so quick
they are always outside and always inside
once in two places is also the second face of god
the other

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the  faintest of touches . or  kiss  it  and
you have always already dissappeared
this field in excessive seduction is so
                                                untouched

every touch and intensity ahead
of the draw of  contact . closer than
the idea of getting lost on intention
the surprise overtakes the distance

of months gone by in contention,
overcomes the disqualification
and the meanness . erased by
every bit of this reach. making out ,
unaware that lines will be crossed

discovering the possibility
that these lines are a regression
and staying here is not just
the only option but its exquisite

it gets wilder , taking in the walls
of parallel moments, transalating
the flow to textures . let  the mind
wander and expose it to the
encounter of things it cannot shut out

the attempt sharpening the squalour
of the imminent , searching for the
  power to deny it . of course i wonder
  if i should just meditate instead

but it wouldnt be the same if i were jumping the gun would it ?

voices

illocal

textures

a stone turned atoms seeking unhard
she could put her feet up for that talk
with the melting layers underneath,
cold pressed this time, autumn news
and lucid earth for  this  indefinite  girl

lets go elsewhere  with  this  news
if those boys on the hill were not to
touch the ground, they might
remember the nerve ends & the
mind readers who wire the intangible

 

evert tip every toe

i want to touch you

and wet

my lips with dew

So  what
 I  Taste
is touching
 to  you

she was a mystery
that stepped on itself
why would i ever
want to know her . if
only i could kiss her

    

 

i can taste your mind
images
soaking each other

in a tango
dipping
like melted leaves
at the end of time

what game shall we play
i wont change the rules
you say
unless you want me 2

walkin your soul
movin her hips
faster than light
to get to the start

shes comin through
chasin your images
creamin the cloud
dressin her moves
makin her choices
lookin at you, startin her sight
inside your head

if she stops or turns
all you can run is
when you once took one step
to climb down inside the
planet

two

on the road to do the dawn of your senses
turning it on
on a deep dark night
i cant tell my moves from your fantasies
on a trail thats lost on time revised
that your mind denies
is yet to come
and ill live them later
imagine iam the tapestry
that floats all your recall
splashing liquid color on the fringe