he compares his penis to a cactus flower,
expecting me to dream of desert sands. As the cat
breathes like a bellows,
warm at my feet. He sleeps
beside me, his eyelids clasped
like hands in prayer. The rain hits
the heartbeats i miss, coming down
the eaves in chants.
The man is still, the stillness
of a body floating down river,
neither lazy nor dead.
just a snapshop. i don't know, i'm new here, there and everywhere, and its growing late.