Nocturne 3
Fingering the edges conventionally,
a marriage, a sweet-toothed swan
skimming its way through pond & pinnacle.
A fate, the hands clasping, retired bullock
in bed of hay retrieving glassy sheen.
October free fall. Bits of wind near seizure.
Can happen inside the circumference of loyalty,
a bashful heat from bodies, breach, lurch, search
me till raw limbs. You, farm-like among
apple trees, wed to your self a whelping
wing, mistake & Pythagorean theorem.
A plow soft with rust curdles hardening earth.
Please tell me how to exit rooms unnoticed but
with a kiss o exhaled wire & seeing through.