pacing the skin...

pacing the skin through the sun beams
ravens are getting trapped
in the snow globes in beaded in your face
this morning we made love
your body was flabby and pale
and your hair couldn't make up for it
your laugh was crisp and clear with not a little bit of kindness
i love you more in a sundress then in my bed
sun light and coffee are turning me into a spring rain
a spring landscape with a turpentine drip
a smile in running eye shadow
if i'm lost,
can you comfort me now?
your teeth are the things of festivals
ringing bells through the city
and marking high points in history
my skip is my best dance
through hollow monoliths
of all dead praises
window sex