once

springing that shaft,  she
had come so sagging far:
from summery nightgowned mornings
sight of dew on the outside and
possessing steadfast belief in shine


to this smearged lipstick and eyes
matteward to a cobwebby self
she. to the she wanting stop wanting halt
wanting cease. punctuation and the end
of the sentence.  so

she kites she swims that stillcool air
dips in concrete collision
and choice. shattering        liquiding       smash
fluiding the bulge cold void.  her milky skeleton.
and now lightness
spill flush dark away. 

she would have been dazed
by the hot of her her. pooled nothing
begs at substance. she would have been
pleased
to have seen it. 

imperatives

sedulous hips.  she
was sinful
was    lush.    she
was darwin's daughter
with a concrete heart

wild storm    contiguous touch
sirensong lipshade and rare
blue sand
exotic and calling out. 

and for lapping. the lapping of
antique
of old waves.  and
there is no if

in this familiar
shore sand damped and
seafoam submerged
and that grain and that morph of her
swell.

see: these finely etched laws still
of be.