You and you kiss the knife moon

on dimming decommissioned nights

of subways of marsh tower arrays

say the ozone layer is good

say radiological steam

through the window

the pink-veined sky of slugs

and your love turn hot and rotten

say beloved wash the flesh

the gift is a body of you

bathing with bathing with

your trunk as the gift is other

slack flesh from each other

beginning the mirror tantra

like everything mirrors

the vermillion she handfuls

written you lick sweat and lap honey

high strained hosts bite

open a thousand voyeur angels pink

light in a cloud each other

all the angels crack worms

take tender puzzled horns

over ecstasy watching red

mites swarm the woman you love

beloved soap and trees of sponge

you corpse cover each other

the moon sharpens her drops

glaciers map the woman you love

as the water has written

as sings the sidewalk

say your come traces mercury

the crimson rimmed corpse made

its horse rise in other flesh

dragonfly faces knead each other

through weed-choked dusting

you both and your and your coming

corrode fold each other

on the uranium floor

boiling you into glistening

loaves of salt skin amid plumes

blood by the freckled bathtub

for the night a city

fills the bathroom

you turned unwitting flutes

you and your secret ravines

you and you kiss the knife moon

tender and hard as mirrors

puzzled as any lovers taking

hold of the slow fluid night