WINTER'S ITCH

I'll tangle in your nerves until
gravity comes down from the mountains
nuclei will dance around us
river past the factories floating

to the platform of your body
moths will perform
their q-tip cotton landings
winging we'll unfold
wormhole between
the barriers of our beings

dragging the air above ponds and restaurants
we'll fire escape up
to the deep oral dark
frisked by dreams, staggering from home to home
you will lie down in my patterned thickets
pillar upon pillar of oxidation
rising