a series of rarities breathe us life.
fierce beauties in eccentric embrace
sand-dwelling creatures of rebirth
doting on found objects and
patterns of speech,
our blood is obtained from moonlight
pulsating with our hands raised in worship to
the nature of existence.
sunlight is new life, static sparks
exhaling with anxious strength.
the air here is electric; quick with impulsive
moments of audible affection reaching
across the morning.

while we revel, i bury my face
into your neck, holding you closer than
never can find us,
breathing in peace
and thanking the day.


(for dave.)