"wooden ship, tree sap"

i'm in love.
out of rhymes,
manifest suspicions,
& shallow superficians.

through angsty situations
& covert operations:
with lusting inflations
i realize frustrations.

painting murals
beside their bodies,
my mind gets naughty
creates infinity

til
"you can't be with me"

more rewarding
love with totality
admire duality
true, love the body

but
let whispers in leaves
& hurrying feed
pre-cede sexy
sweaty sheets.

"what seas, what shores
what grey rocks and
what island what
whater lapping the
bow and scent of
pine and the
woodthrush singing
through the fog
what images return?"