Burnt

and he came forth
with so many legs and a spinal collum
flailing tenticular and wiresome
breathing a hollar for the game front
and bleeding in horror as his team burnt

wide blue
free fleeting bellies moan and consume
and I for one will un-do
all the flowers my sick tongue blooms

The Beauty of Sleep.

Every nook a blessed home for a limb of mine to sleep

belief and belonging braves my eyes to close and dream

our fleeting hours become a monument solid and traceable

and i conceive of my becoming in our womb like an interior

I long to sleep and lay and breathe shallow in our spirit pool

of golden orchid and the midas that cavorts within your touch

bringing speech to my skin as words fall blissfully I weep

for the beauty of it all, for the beauty of our sleep.