psychosomatika

looking closely, every shiver
each piece of lint is legg-ed. His heavy pour is
rewarded, I'm dangerously itching sawflies
and am slump-eyed over poems you spent weeks on
a natural baby flaw in wood grain blinks at me, a sparkle
of bug on water at me
drinking mere depths of you

i tore at the garbage of idiosyncratic,
the planet made of diamond,
our simple sense of smell and devouring
slipping into the bare dark arms of you

i'm naked between the blue pillow of you
and laughing it off
with two chairs pushed to one and struggling some
a voicemail says you just left the topless party
and im darting cartwheels in the woods somewhere
steeped into the venom of you

i am lost in the frozen food section of the grocery
of you

the phantom wet mouth of drooped flowers
exotic and invasive
the fertile pollen of you