Afterwords

recluse the harlotry, eyeball you
long faces hidden in holism, to them unbeknownst
to noses normalized,
of their breathe still lingers
foggy windows, fading slowly

stepping inside
waiting in the common room
their long faces, peering out the windows,
lifted my heels over each crack of the sidewalk
as they memorized hexagons of my figure
through a slideshotting chainning link fence

bordering their yard
these are territorial
I walk to the porch, i dont have to knock
the floors, theyre moving
theyll take you where you need to go
in browsing doors with pictures
a dog with a broken leg
he limps past me, brushes my leg
its the television phazes smacking away
at the brain of engrain color-
a healing leg is shaking the drench away

the closing times lingering about in the drapes
FLIP UPON THE WORLD ONTO THE COATS OF RAINY DAYS!
Rain on clouds shall we.
the soil stirring fell from the yard of hexagons
rinsing amongst the iris of the world, we rich in our color
a droplet for the eyeball, a cleanse of the ocean

tilt back of the head
and sit upon a silverlit evening
the crystals of grass backlighting the moon
the cross of our body softly stretching
in a tightly knit knotting
resting in the neck and properly placed,
for the star of my voice to float above the universe
engraving our signature upon the scroll

we are speaking back to you beloved.