Cigarette ashes slough off like chaffed skin
The red ember tip flashes when I’m inhalin’

I remember a fire lit curtain
Caribbean scene of blue
But I am uncertain
What it means,
Wallowing
Person,
Low
On

Self-esteem

Owner of your

Hollowing scream

Nursing shower steam

A sunken form immersing

under warm water —hotter than

blood and kindness —he rubs her beige

rib cage—hung breasts—nipples like charcoal cherries top the topless

And he thinks
Of coincidence
Of infiniteness
Suckling sustenance vs
Substance vs fucking
Existence

A less intense system
reinvents from the brink of cataclysm
apt to adapt
Think
Let common sense take precedence
Over
Hearts of electrical biology

A hard fought for apology

her
answer
came in those
seismic eyes of wick and wax
split like light beams slip through cracks;

drips of ice cream;

a quick and intrinsic pretense,
a conscientious penchant to pretend
bending
tremendous spaces
Of endless land
uneven

True events skew off the deep end;
the waters deepen;

it all depends