with waxy lip;

moistened corners turn and
curl towards the sun. shyly,
almost slyly they droop:
open sepals, seeping dryly with
sap melting my hands,
my coarse fingers blunt.

every grain of soil creeps across
floors furnishing flowers,
flooding frail foliage with over-
Night rain.
overwhelming, so it overflows
with nothing to contain; so
splash! out of my arms,
cupped hands lightly.

while i dread your malicious spite
that tastes vaguely like brine
filling your cup --- (so we melt the ice)
a diluted fruit juice for Morning breakfast.

you are bromine, stir my eyes,
shift seas and twist tornadoes,
paint plastic petals and induce the ineffable.
douse my drink, drug me dearly.

if it is plausible to press crass melted crayons
to waxy lip;

seal my secrets safe
tight between two.
you're more than half full so i sip-

and kiss you.