8.2.14

Diaphane


My love,

an August hour
blooming, shedding grey,
split a ruby flower



My love,
a lunar morsel,
swaying, tug of waves
sweet nectar through her torso



My love, a turgid trace



warm and wet the parcel



imbued
my helix strain
nestled
in her navel
sweet fabric
salty flesh



my love is elipsis