the spruce dreams of the palm

the sage dreams of soft peach


suddenly she is smiling
snipping from the gutters
lilting like angels' trumpets dream
in a charming corset
made of poems

you are as physical as a disease
i can taste you
the nude distending
inside my head
my crazy bird pointing skyward
dropping down over the pyramids

each panoramic second clinks like flesh
flowers beneath your embroidered skin

spill your miracles
under a rock
which is where I lay your heart
to rest