stand next to me in the rain.
Observe your hold on me
is gaining tides. Let the blades of time
glance off one another harmlessly.
Let fantasy rise to inhabit
this cursed flesh and sullen air,
climb to me on your hair,
the long braid I am holding
in a balcony of frieze collage.
See the mirrors in the domed courtyard
beaded with tiny frogs,
their sucking fingers and frowning mouths.
Let me put a long tongue on your shine
and your frills like razors
melted into silken symmetries
on your chest like vines
a garden goddess who has stood for ages
springing into my hands
like sinewy eggs in velvet
thank your stormy graces
your cracks that taste faintly of lime
your delicious slime.
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