the delicate peach

Fullness to the degree of not lacking

All that could is devoured

A surprise

As pure as

Unexpected laughter

A concert of consciousness

Derived from an inky symphony of self

Not another, but the other, only

Evoking that aroma of interiority

To denomalize

And melt

Into the rich transmutable amalgum

Where the canon sticks

And echoes

We’re all magic here

my walls are not fragile

I'd like to kiss your knees

And at the corner of our kiss, a hem hangs, mid creation

Balancing the fray

A potential collapse, we imitate ourselves

Over and over until we burst

Or a confluence, merging, multiplying

But it's already been played

The kiss ends the world either quiescently or not

And time's teeth are giving little indication of direction

punch soaked

The imaginary boy -

Reminds me that edges can also be soft

Harshness delicate -

Tumbles from my hair and onto

The soft mat of grasses laid at my feet

Prepared long ago

For this precise landing

Woven from below