Her Breath A Cove I Swim In Darkness

Her breath a cove I swim in darkness that laps-me-up entering open lips like a beached porpoise where we'll hear weeping a song, written for a sonata; ivories tickled in endless libations, a piece of mutual music that lures the stars ever closer as a silver reflective moon, the likes of a mercury orb, baubles. Hangs in the night suspended, waiting to dance and wriggle themselves free. like sand through an hourglass a sonar—SOS …breathed on impulses is-snatched-up by talons daily golden? Then dashed against rocks, cliffs eroded facing a receding ocean, always calling always-mauling like an injured animal. Every kiss, ultimately exhilarating it's as though the universe is examining itself, through every orifice, mouth, eyeball it can expose. It is exerting a will that requires lust and fulfilment, love heartache and death, through every vessel, microbe, that sinks or swims.