Something swimming lingers
Being bright like stars falling illustrious lines your
when undressing me you my clothes slowly also falling
everywhere the lights, the glimmering of sounding shapes the
scene in orange angled evenings and hushed heavy breathing,
slow, sweeping evenings your birds like leaves ruffled and restless;
every lillied lump in your throat trickling with wings and things
shake the night peeling petals till they sing.