your fingers a kaliadescope

north hemi glacier winds
a quarter turn off axis, azalea spiked.

mornings you could wake me
 with orange blossom promises

if there were guns  in the house
that would really fuck with my head.

soft silk skirt, shortish. heels. purple thong.
 ready for the way you move in the dark.

short story on a bullet head, bang.
confetti stuffing, slidesshow  hollows, stolen lines.

music saving life  from mistakes, please
pay the radio bill, crank the tunes up.

your fingers a kaliadescope across my back
spring arrives, bits of shell and bright beach glass