I would confess to
signature distractions
in jade & cloudy
agate pebbles
breath in seven languages
& the calculated risk her
silk & lace describe against the
smooth continuum her skin
insists upon
to be random & percise
unaffected by exposure even
as those reclusive inventories
in the hollows
parallel to bent strands of pearl indulgence
would have me dive from the balcony of a
Cadillac into a spoonful of wet
sand