T E A R S in S H E A R

sheath coupling
we fumble fluid
like flights

and echo lights
glitter bright on the rough cut
of plaster

here are the lip prints
oxotic in grease oils
a moan written

three fingers moist
stretched like a wave report
caught in the blade of
gold dipped sun

dripping with exertion
the sweat of time hangs
tilting

if I caught livid
curve
in arc erotica

svelte eyes
refresh the tears
walking
down the plush
flesh
of your sadness

holding intimate
to the lean of your throat
the swallow
juxtposition

and beads that capture
bright pinnacles
of heavens light

we have written
salvaged chapters
in macro resolution

dust now where the moon
fills bowls of dried
husk deals

here the rounded dainty
bone of your wrist
petite mon