no anger at a melting world
makes sense in your caress
this togetherest opposite
of snide and scattered timothy
how true of us to pigment
fecund histories with morning
mist and earth calvaria
wet kisses and the rest
in this hernia of mulberry
and pricket gleaming
may all outrage’s remnants
shrink between discrepancies
of legs taffeta-less and warm
from decomposing blades
subverting our acrylic past
by making love before we leave