Wax snow evokes but paeans fail

Not for the first time I was being read by the book.

A book is used to being read

Like as

Not for the first time I was being read

By the room in which I stood.

Stared down by the walls; undressed by the bed.

I wait for you.

This is done and done

I wait for your breast to hold my hand

Teach with its caress its lust.

I cannot breathe with this door closed

The breath would rust my skin.

The wardrobe at first seemed friendly

But darkness brought in the oak

It whispered to my back

Left splinters in the kick

Hangs memory from a hook.

If I am making love,

Yours is too quiet a sin,

Then who moans at the boneless fish

Thrashing on its side?

Gasping in the throws it tries its size. It dies

Our syllables a new babble

Only lips to our new lies.

Today is the revolution of yesterday

Women with flowers in their hair march off to war

The sun handmade by the same remains.

From the other true magnolias on their way to work

You stood out more than a flower cupping air.

For the last days I have felt your hand

Not sure why you have come here.

From a boneless fish I have choked on a bone.

We wing on fake thermals,

Dogs in triplicate whistle down the first autumn winds.

Freedom did not take root but a style of words was agreed 

An apocryphal time full of false promises and anachronism.

The apothecaries have all the unfinished business at hand to hand

He shuffled as if his shoes were failed horse whisperers

Digging for the queer in the orthodox.

Sleep comes to dream its host a small boy lost

But must

Find a bed go unperturbed.

Walk walks with him

Talk asks him home to share a night cap

Wax snows and melt water simmers in the cup

I did not grow.

Always I was never the man.

Will you be looking at that then?

The long embrace of the shadows of the chimney pots.

Just now I'm on my way

You will wave to me from your window time

In the noire of the umbrella

A dream,

Pencil skills drew my writing of you,

Midwife of daytime moons

Deaf dumb and blind

I hear you

I speak for you

I see

That Daughter is a word that doesn't age.

Okey dokey and by and by

Maybe only to say

No I would go only so far

I cannot see past the same;

I would go so far as to say,

The loose ephemera

I count between my toes

Like doctors notes and false economies,

I want not your signature on a kiss

Nor you to hold my cock like pen and ink.

My skin should be no document for your hand.

We will love our evolve

Mux the restaurant sands

Suck on the sea food eyes of Aberdovey

My tongue will do the talking

Will your vagina hold the tides?