GREEN SHEETS
with the leaves of sleep, sleeves of weep, weaves of steep, seas of deep
and surrounded by mountains so sightly yet soundless, how the hounds astound us
wolves stalking shone sight whilst walking by moonlight, ever so humming with night
and you never really know how someone looks at you, until you see them pictured
looking at you, your face aside from the frame yet so ever inflamed, enamored, insane
and ensnarements dissolve willfully as baby elephants encircling the circle

of the circus of turtles, a memoir of candles, a testimony of eagle feathers entangling talons
and dervishing in ecstaseas next to me you texted me you wanted to give sex to me
why lisosomes might know as much as hounds may howl, the sound of handfriction prevails
and atop wood in a warm womb ripe with conceptual grace power overbubbles
the dam, between connection and emptiness, poured under with another coat of sunlight
and skin of the same pigment, and bone of the same merit, as grins of the same bare it

that vast populations of the parrots of civet were sleeping when the gag bag burst the clasp
and you gasped at the sandghast, he wears a pastmask
soap wet and stepping, nude angle of fortitude, nimble member half mast
and for you it overflows the opalescent obelisk from nipple throb to nipple twist
to nipple kiss, rippling bliss into temperate zones, erogenius instinctuition
and floracaress, floral chorus, formally vulnerable with windifference
blow like there’s a fan in your face, deployed by the blood of a volcanic lake
and victimless, off the charts thou art, unchartedly stable, unstageably able
incontrivable olive juice, in other words submission to the surf despite the potential for drift
and the birth of a gift, from her earth to his hymn, her gill to his fin
swim laps or spin circle, each cycle gives the strength to jump delights over hurtles
and where you at now, i want to lay you back down on your back bone
act alone until i join thy throne and cover your shift with my on medium hand, again
art thou a crowned crone for the wide unknown, proponent of connected emptiness
redemptable hiccups unavoidable without touch to tell the story well

love mediums in lone meetings, zoning erogenius, slow motion hummingbird butterfly
and opalarities ovulate over ovular ellipticality, a spectacle of subtlety
pinnacle of purity, demands respectful, attentively detailed sensoral experiential rapport
and reporting every tip that made her twinge and cringe so to know where to place binge
hasty winds, smart baroness, myriad eyed miracle aisle,
and i’ll know you as i see you, i hear you act naturally
localized vocal eyes soaking our floral arrangement composed of so strange fragments
and this moment will know us like complementary darwinian naming systems
that’s where its at, you know a lot about a little
and the invention of the first paper airplane made physicists go insane and do backflips
flowology is the science of the creatively illustrated
art of moving without moving while you’re moving
top of you, in unbottoned bottoms you look me in the drawers
and i lick your fluid myriad, eat you like a food pyramid
intelligible intellensual silencio, i want the aura of your floral orbis
or florbis