At night we sail separate oceans.

By day we sail separate oceans.

I slip into a dream, melting

I splash into a dream, melting

against your naked body, hurting

sin over your naked body, hurting

from the beauty of it, squirming

from the beauty of it, squirming

in your wicked swivel, failing

in a wicked swivel, failing

to answer.

to die.

It's startling what the flesh

It's startling what the flesh

remembers, casting a fine mesh

remembers, casting a fine mesh

over the day, hiding

over the lusty day, hiding

at the edge of knowing, seeing

where camiknickers fall, seeing

behind the famous, knowing

your uncanny behind, knowing

how right the wrong is, giving

how perfect it is, giving

me hope.

starched pleasure.

Wild as a cat or bird

All day long, hard at the office,

being stalked with no word,

putting off standoffish

I sensed you and heard

skirts and falling profits,

the world that we owned, daring

I think of you in the worst way, daring

happily across the spring, fooling

to give me full account, fooling

rudeness whose eyes unfasten, cheating

with your horny bosses, cheating

edges that pull down time, stealing

stiff conventions, stealing

my heart.

bare uncrosses ...

At these moment I take my tree

in my favorite outfit —

in hand, though any sailor can see

a black-lace slip demonstrating tit,

no land, something so free

bending over a prerequisite.

and yet can't come to be

If thinking's the same as doing it,

on fiery beaches of love, growing

phone my fat dick, growing

when mists hide the shoreline, changing

in a Maidenform swell, changing

what drinks of rapport, drinking

fruit in a three-piece suit, drinking

the thirsts of the sunshine, being

from the tiny edges, wearing

alone.

your panties.

I notice I have rippled planes

Who wears the pants

of affection—not one remains

when the girls look askance

till it laughingly gains

at a tight silk romance

my erection, building

dreams are made of? ... building

illusions in sands of flesh, making

silence in dapper shades, making

mischief in blasé lands, nailing

love to soft cellophane eyes, nailing

wet mirth in nests of sorrow, hammering

your teeth to your gullet, hammering

my heart.

an eight ball.

What does it matter? breaths a crowd.

Nothing'l thrill'm

My flesh is foreign but I have vowed

like a bra that'l spill'm

in a color like canaries, hunting

in a shot Polaroid film, hunting

where whispers fasten, planting

for an arty script, nourishing

buxom crops back home, feeding

girls on rugs, to be whipped, asking

embryonic tomorrows, flushing

what's an actress in a nude scene, being

false shame.

a lady?

I remember how nude become you.

I think you're a peachy number,

You rocked in your berth, brushing

baby, brushing

in brooks of attention, dressing

your hair, dressing

to take what obtains, wearing

to kill, shaving

dream oceans unhidden, becoming

it nude, becoming

bittersweet.

chewed.