>Affectionate, but underwhelming
wearing too much deep green on mayonnaise skin
an ounce on yr sunshy hip
( yr shamrock is small
( & will stay small )
Dote: Kicking sand into the dry breeze
thick meals slowly souring under the sun’s thumb
eye. wild peaks of perfect waves.
what was from yr womb
dropped into the red morning sand
tongued clean, a relic sanctified in predawn ache.