Trial

sweep me
beneath my passing
You bespoke my passion
for all your faults

I took you brand
and before the high hand
laid down it

here I am now
the yoke
of a cheiftan
on me

I have twins
arriving
speaking
Pretty eyes

sweet twenty five

"Shinning twins"
annointing mascara
on blue visions
showering
in our showers

cell phone acrobats
with words
scrawl massages

Im Hungry Jesse
and you say
with surety

You will return
and we

shall beseech
our hunger