at the mercy of this stream
glimpsed between leaves
profligate with oxygen
babbling
in galleries in the mill race
beneath my sternum
you spin, mildly
electric
at the behest of whispers
you play piano
far underground
sign off de facto
fault lines
bathe
mummy swathes
in flourescing bacteria
but I just want to eat bread
sip moonshine
sup on the faint
movement of your
decolletage while you
breathe, Delilah
and I finger my
shears