a gigabyte of sparkle

in this trembling twilight,
an unheard raft of dynamite in a desert of sparrows,
phantom fuck came to me high and low,
swinging her breasts like bags of thyme and ginger,
swinging them to me on the cord of love's dawn,

(leave me now,
leave me like the autumn flight of dying insects --
don't leave me now forever ever!)

you stare at me delirious with light and morning madness,
like a cock throbbing at sunrise you stare at me,
like mushrooms sprouting from the darkest part of me you stare at me,
like a donkey glowing bright with phosphorescent seaweed
having bathed in an electric sea you stare at me,
like lilies leaping from a crocodile's mouth you stare at me,
like a sliver of light trapped under a centipede's foot you stare at me --

can we know tomorrow's sorrow?
can we live on the florid wings of a dying dove?
can we smell the redolence of roses spewing from the laughing anus of time?

my fingers smell of woman,
honey musky with earth and creation and the fragrance of the eternal goddess and green things growing and the whisper of things to come,
the suggestion of existence like the breeze bending the wings of a fly --

dragging like a log lashed to the thumb of a giant,
i can tickle my seeming to answer,
to give me some sense of certainty,

but times' pencil erases as it writes;

so what?
so why not:
a tantalizing innuendo of feet and toes tormenting the viscera of abandon?
a tower of red-painted toes wiggling wildly and my tongue the lonely climber
dangling from danger's rope?
(attached by a tiny silver clip of lust and hope) --

daydreaming i paint: a fresco of candelabras,
and neon flowers of trivial intent ,
and a flashing catechism of alabaster fossils leaching through the sieve
of nickel plated loam --

let today's tomorrow drag below the cowering diminutives
and rise like a fern unfurling in the morning mist behind the crisp of crinkle,
beneath the truth of this:

tendrils of starbursts,
the void of solidity --

a gigabyte of sparkle in a thimbleful of renaissance
is all i ask