improbable romance 14

20 October 2005

I look at you, Billie
the hot day
inflates me

vital numbers change into
cogent thoughts
of a new universe

is it you?
scrawling a mad precedent
flexible as night

hormones leak in the sea
I’m desperately swimming in
alongside porpoises, panicking

then you blink
and unblock
my snafu of resolutions

I blink
and your empty clothes
itch