slaves

the dim winterlight trasspasses the wide window
like a blurry cascade of giggs particles
bone dust
and golden vaporous cottom seeds
from the delta

morganfiled's voice hardly audible from the deep
oak tree forest
spanish moss
like the white opaque eyes of a blind man
feathers in the base of her spine
which i caress like it was the maltese falcon
her butt is as soft as the inside part of her eyelids
a headlight feeling in the bohemiman frozen green london afternoon

everybody needs a place to go
as it sounds as heavy as the dusty wings of a blue butterfly in your memory

i just hold her hand slowly
while i kiss her