Panels of wood at your bare feet,
lean your head back,
hair falls like a maple mirage.
Lips are moist rivers,
eyes almond moons,
flickers off the shore,
no foot prints on the surface of your body.
Smooth skin wrapped in silk robes.
Horned beast giggle,
street lamps dim,
grass murmurs,
gentle kiss.
Clouds hang from their ankles.
Space combusts figments of thought.
Hands clasp and churn to the crickets’ chorus.
Shovels heave into your chest,
seeking your heart.
It is buried underneath languid remorse.
Half-naked smile on a cold night.
Smirk, off the face, reminds you,
turn the oven off before you burn.
Bodies are inflammable
when doused with pain.
