--
my dick by firelight's a
beacon
a pointer
in a compass rose
suspended
from your baroque ceiling
it throbs below
vaults
into which
my assumptions
ascend
--
there's a white band to each periphery
--
between trees, chimes
are doors
vast steel things
not shut not open
echoing in the charred
forest
drizzled
with webs of drifting spiderlings
--
my fish god's cloudy milt
floats over
(what are probably your)
distant eggs
we've never touched
but once
when our lips snatched
--
don't I know you I said
as we struggled over a
particle
pierced with taste
--
the deck creaks over our heads at night
the rigging's taut
the officer on watch
--
watches