Forward into the coldness
into his everreaching dark, spiral
up the limbs of the flowers,
her metaled petals
rolling onto rosebuds, leaves
like waken gauze, the zombies dangle holding hands
human twine into the breach.
walk into the sky with me.
wander with the clouds, dance about
in the curtains, twist your feet and body
into a seismic vibration against the bathtub wall
curl yourself in the soap for comfort
put your head under the faucet,
as sandy water becomes the trickling pebbles, entrenching themselves
under the fingernails of the tattooed bicyclist, turkey feathered arms
and skull linens for a smile, walking
Is this not how lovers move?
step by step, while holding the others’ eyes
shedding suits or dresses like snakeskins
they are coiled, slithering, and alive.