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
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
