my head atop your chest, inundated with the sound
of your beating heart, i whimper and instinctively...

sprawled across the bed, your bosom
rises and collapses, like your one deep...

where the sun begins,
and you end...

in the city of a thousand suns;
you swell the most at the seams...

a little past midnight, and i'm spilling again -
in a drunken stupor, and i'm spilling all the...

and then, you –
picturesque, plaited hair unfurled into loose...

and you -
where light was bountiful...

suddenly light,
and i think of your smile...

sorrow is a bird taking to an etherized sky,
flapping its wings as hard as its little body...

the lambent light of the skies pours through
the window and onto you – cast in sunshine...

like a bull-elephant sharpening
tusks on tree-trunk, i take to...

your skin drinks the pale moonlight;
your lambent lips beckons to the sea...