A parse of me -- take a few
( s paces. ) Stroke. What it means to create broad fires;
they can crash. Lift a lot between cut \
inside your palms
stroking through egg-white noise
touching glimpses of my above waters; lap, licking -
as yolks slope downward. They can. Perhaps, inside your
Little blue tiles can't be differentiated between water
or my --
I spend whole times down under
waters with my eyes closed
not for any reason other than
my childhood was spent in ( s pools. )
Or my parent's bathroom.
soggy dog with wet grass stuck to under belly
as I palm myself by pressing palm to palm.
I am cumbersome to illuminate, but if you
my scalp repeatedly
in calm gestures, you will
let sprawl out of your fingers the ongoing rises of --
that warm you up
to all the things that pierce into your hands
like me. I hope you let me swell there .
-- the thrill of surfacing belly up, mouth open, brush
my face against the angle
of the headboard
or the side of the fridge. Here
, parched, I think,
I pinched at kitchen walls.
My teeth feel short. I lick back a little longer.