[pixiesfanyo]

Prose in Grass

And I sit
Watch the sun blink twice
But I kneel
Kiss the lips of grass
And dilate

In a bed of eyes and petals
I prod acclaim open mouthed
Flirting with threads of regard
But my sorrow and devotion
Are blank compared to her ambience

I could rob
Such allure of its guise
But I slump
In papier-mâché
And staples

A ravaged veil of tribute
To an endless pious beau
Rapture of uncounted blinks
Her smooth chest below my time
And my steady birth has just begun

I kiss the lips of grass
And dilate