Pistils, blunt florets
here at rest and in motion
your tender components
organic and aqueous
your voice sweet pollen
in my lungs
like pending interrogatives
The geometry of your blooming eyes
is a spider under an atom bomb
running your perfect brush across me
shut off as a Cadillac mastodon
over my love months
and now dawn to you
vaporous skin I loved you
unraveling in your arms
like an 8mm film