shell
outer
contour
and soft middle
scales and brain grey
enigmatic
weighty biomass
constantly letting go
the motion to recoil
meaning to anyway
missing fucking
prefers fucking to making love
usually
general state of detachment
allowing for
attachment
at
any
moment
to
any
one
thing
like flying alone
a lone
rural setting
sleeping crickets
and a campfire
after the orgasm
something changes
it is right there behind the ear
a motorcycle at last
i imagine mine less quaint
read project
a silhouette
a tipping point held for an unknown ransom
i will make the drop off
i will make myself
tell me the whens
and wheres
suspense of spy dream
threatens
the grasp of
the inner one
the deeply nested
who avoids loving
and
judges pitilessly
and
fucks like making love
and
makes love like fucking
like seeking asylum
from her place of deportation
she licks and reopens
and licks again
has licked and reopened
and licked again
will lick and reopen
and lick again
she was licking...
and tomorrow she will pretend that
none of this ever happened