I sour mavens
& invent precision
a cut-glass time lozenge
lies sparking, inviting fingers to turn
your marble gaze is opening doors
creatures spasm like hot rocks
in your oral cavity.

Beckon to Aten
roll a naming up like tobacco leaf
even animals dream, my dreams.
On pointed twists of tele-paper
I prompt you
to find the Nautilus.

Leave the veil for the morning
& suppose the gentle beheads itself
or torture on purpose
or Samoan juggernauts
or pink shocking
or cod-piece, my mouthpiece.

Eat 4x4x4 rock-candy cages
sizzle of you
like die, crest
up against a body
baked in pepper
I encrust you.

Sails slap against your face
I harpoon an ant
I send juniper berries to the sun
collapse like an exhausted dulcet
& brown tubers lightly
like sea-salt sprinkled on a snail.