Naked Darlings

by Occult Fan

the forest sun spots dream

wafting lazily in kaleidoscope

we are just waking now

hard enough to beat back the dream

to rise to the shorn flow

of dirt and beaten paths

and this mezzanine

of mors osculi

where we can wake up with the sun

you holding me

tight against your breast like firefight

and bulletproof jackets

I am your round to take of the downs

I am your heartened focused epithet

your needs laid out neatly on a market square

your most vivid dreams

are the ones

for which

I care