baptim our self’s luminous and twice at the tulip pool
coldest wicker globe full dress to wade out
that wind straight and off the mountain
my gypsy my junior so you can’t stop either
to wrap us around us between here blessing
there is (molecular) and a sparks
darkness but flames fuelled a rum
signal a continual departure from another
crackling drop to the stone floor
yet hot bath now sanctify
there is a right time to leave you
but that intricate model
some reflection organic of inspiration
sun rises to find most sheltered spot
on terrace we lay down a little bit
the wind is going to wrap us up
the lovers are lunada miele

decisions sea burnished
things softened in capture
immortalized the enclosure
no way to stop the microbes
greenifying depositing
remnant away toward the boxing
crates repeat