prime cutlet
of blossoming sky, girl-cousin
to the infinite blaze.
Your pigtails drag imaginary runways
to the seventh sun. High heels
place you above my magnetic core
as the engines wheeze.
Surrounding walls can't kiss us
frozen cubes and heated spheres
thorns of a green volcanic garden
let's crawl the bridge undersides
be spiders of a hidden architecture
nest in the fuming emptiness
a space-plow left behind
our haunted futures spanked
and painted fresh
by passing gravity
the prophet's pink white peak
moon from a fish's belly
bright brown flank to a tiny rose.
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