Skies are comatose
A depthless daylight
Strains to camouflage
The Dark
Seeping in through
The pores of spacetime
A dance of dots
Copulating flurries
Their miniscule gears
Scraping edge on edge
Among molasses
Sweet with insect milks
A twine is passed
From the labia
Through to the lips
Waxed and twinging
A warbling tug
In the gut
A gutteral gaping
The throat splayed into a
Petaled asterisk
Raw
And sleek
Oh c’mon the ache
On the daylight
Thin as a hotel blanket
Snow will come tonight
It can not be mated
To cremation grime
Oh my carousel angel
All carnelion nails and coils
Open constellations