an air

blank wild marigold oiled
heirloom knowledge whence
the birdy page sings
hooing hydrogen light over the air

the sparrows black me a fine fine laze awhile

know thy throats be the rudiment
as rufous crown behind his wee face
nudging among sense beans
the steep mouth of his down hide finds

when gorgeous bulbs came to the door
I'd made them come
so as beneath her arms
to lean closer and leanly

protect them lit Drummers, my beards

as these small parameters multiply us
and we begin calling out the plots
to furrow this lasting cycle
deeply our buoyant grooves by darkness' fall
for this star bounding child she seeds

her unwrinkled hair in the rain whipped rain
her small mouth speaking needs
his small dark eyes crossed and lushing his
ripe grasp to be framed high

is my face made a guitar utt'ing to this line
along the easy wing
ever wounding the perfected forest
for the last lust

make wise chords unbar such pressure

for their small handcups exuberate
to defend all weight
let's therefore talk of eight
when four is the proposed limit

as their they breathing who exceed slumber
what weighs on the leigh is a lanky flax
to give to abandon to
this soft blue fibrous untended being
her dangerous pace