...

[[ the garden ]]
.
of clammy thistle-tongues--an echo
in the grass--ending in new beginnings
in rain apples & margins felt with pouring
down/down/down rivers--& nectar drums
.......forehead with spoken pulp tornados

........[was it dream that called you to me
in the garden? Was it wasteful dreaming
that perfected your image of me/you?]


.....molecules, surprisingly red--or,
.............atoms silently black in circles,
.....diametric chasms I’ve slipped inside


..........the other gap coveting you
...catch me, when I try to snake way this
...catch me, when I fall asleep, adrift
.................not knowing the point

................of giving up constant spin
fermions, the hard & erratic youth
of composite particles heaven-hummed


....................breathing, maybe--
..................or what is less visible
..........................to the skin