slick and dry, that flesh / in / parte- s almost like a uvula a lover, a louvered entrance to the place behind the autre place
purple scarf domed by dna and newton’s laws pulled down to root of foot oeuf!
et une urge more on the descent: a female femur white as ice tourne- ing torso to courant emu hard yearning to sprint on during rem mais all grey-wet, totes marrow w/i
then there’s zhe bi-lateral knee keening to avant keeling fro always having it boeuf- th ways
and when, on pointed toe, we rut a grand cru of sorts is spat, un grand cri too much
we run from this rue on lemur rungs, we rush to find une autre voie (rant: c’est la même, j’ai vue)
we avow variety to gina, to voula, to ava we hug, we say, différente- ly