i have been seen with such strange eyes
untouched by phantom hands
reeling in the hours of island shapes
I've found peace while the lucid doves pick the passers teeth

yet still i'm amongst the melting birds
crushed beneath tires and heartless tongues,
I've been shown that the easy way is not existing
for in the carousel of our thoughts we seek to escape.

i have felt such breaths and fingers pulsing
exhalations of deep tender hushing,
writhing necks collecting liquid
and arms folding inside heartbeats

tight lips raise ships from ghostly depths..
my green man is a miracle
in the warm times when we are pressed
we are most eloquent in our heat.