soul waters

soak me 

in the you lagoon

i've just become a manatee

i swim with rare thoughts 

like rice-sheep moons

while you tempt me 

with your marrow steeple pie

i throw dusk and lemon trees 

before your sky-turned eyes

i sigh tiny wind chimes 

from the ear drum of my belly

and hem a wishing tune 

inside a secret toy sunrise

drench me

in your far-close smile,

i am the windowsill of a rain cloud

i paint feather ankles or smoke 

as you appear 

some soft special deviance, 

an injury to heal the wound...

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