curves
out of the covers
dark matters untangled
from the blossoms
convexing her
vertebrae
amid peach
fuzzz
lost in my own
well in orbit
degrading spacefaller
plotting planets to prove
this is (w)here
I lie
she curves
the illusion of dawn
as though new
she curves
all the bed to her
toward the distance
a solitude a
parallax we
share
