wink

I vow to be
there; you'll glimpse
June-bugs caught
in my hair

I'll wear a second skin
of greening pink
and a mouth that drips
cherry blossom ink.

word count ( in praise of prepositions)

snaking close to 80,000,
my fingertips shed words
syllables untangled and reconvened
to be bid upon at foot of dawn.

keep your nouns true, verbs strong
modifiers cast aside,
soft pink leather
a second skin
to be sloughed and left behind
again.

unspeakable

my throat is patched
with kite strings,
particles detached from greater
lots, parts and parcels
undelivered to all that is lost