The borders of flesh twirl in
the water. My hand is a mountain.

Her cries penetrate the dark
when I sleep. A rose falls
in my dream.
dried fruit
I follow the drift
of brown in your eyes,
one I knew in another

His tongue an apple,
yours a pear.
A blue pedestrian
falls in the river.
The silk rises like
bulbs of flesh.
something hidden
Little curves of
hair wash my back.
Gentle fruit I pick
from your mouth.