Smooth Horizon of the Verb Love

1 an urban image from the eighties when we hung out at Chez Madam Arthur and at the back of the room women wrapped their arms around nights of ink and dawn 2 calendar of murmurs vague caresses about the planet and its water we could have confused words but there were doors open confetti in the midst of darkness gentle ways to swoon in a corner with she who put her tongue in my mouth 3 focus on yes, on the woman’s eyelids caress not silence not word focus beyond. Hold me back