atlas
at lust after
the monsoon dies
dusting we
swoon drip dry and begin
hapless again we
will never eat
nor mouth
off or speak of our moth-
balled love
for boding our wings tipped
to trip
across china and fine linen
on platelets tectonic
in a bull shop heave
ho humming
a reprieve of silence scent
cumming over
the wondering wait
in act static
to spark on a date
writ large as earth
shattering
love
all vessels and nerves
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