unlicked filth on bentbranch fingers
& a chemical thin residue
lean waits to be pleased
across his mottled brow
& thensudden cheekbone spikes
no gleam. despite his mottling hair
a swamp alive
& long ago wet precious &
fragile
as a cradle
unprintable man
loved at impossible distance and when
& when
wise brown eyes close
& back turns
into every crack
memories like steam rise.