Swim in the air around me with breasts

and throats and thighs assembling

a beakless octopus; stem the blood that

you fanned to a flame in the flag of my ribs;

make fluidly crooked the wood

of our vivid water-fed skyscraper:

let the trumpet pipes shower

our spent longings with gelatin ideas:

let the opaque mastery of dreams

get lost in the singing cone.

I am the toy of your shell's magnetic pebble,

you tap the bruised skeleton back together

with a cloak of leaves above your abdomen:

I am a fishbowl galaxy

balanced as a monkey brain beneath

the slit in urban twilight's concrete bridge

that holds a web wrapped living nest

within a sphere of nippled boxes.

Send me the apple's crater

send me the smooth pit

furred in its axis

I am a melting crate

leaking paint from paper icons

I am the thrust of empire's fist

reflected in your burst of hips

bronze peacock telescoping time

through a cage of waves

through the screen-fed eyes of silent

train passengers, one sacred septic cry.