Patience smiles on her mouth,
She whispers her best rhapsody,
She has a white T-shirt,
She holds carefully -
The sky wet becomes
A curving story.
Erratic winds paraglide into her,
I follow the covers of this hard back book.
Into the white surface - a thousand atoms,
A face exploited, the way I want to suckle juice,
A female’s heart collapsing into a falling.
copyright 2010
