sweet honey daydream,
my stream fingers on your cheeks,
marble eyes, violet hair,
bones stilled in amber.
warm days are coming.
can you feel the sun melt your shoulders?
we are the ones who lose our shoes (our minds),
who suck on rocks,
spit them out,
tumble by the quarry.
peach fuzz tongue,
jammed back in my throat.
you, freezing jungle frog,
in your lagging lunar phrases,
have nothing to fear.
PLUTO BLOOMING 