Counting crows in the silvered

night, unfolding memories rummaging

unsure. Leaving birdland glowing red

hoping the eye lands somewhere soft.

TV shadows flick between teeth.

I tongued the lip's odd reason,

a pledge and a raise to a

flagrant desire. A mouth without

hands, the dog-eyed silence of

light falling through snow. This

contribution of ghosts held

close without rest.

Like a splayed chest that flowers,

opening into scented pleas.

knowing you enter me each time

as molecules held tight in tiny purses.

I will hold the flashlight if you will dance

.