axis part two

sensation sometimes disguises itself 

as 

sophomoric sentimentality
candy apple brightness hurls along causing the hairs to stand up on forearms
trembling to the distant sound of crickets, cellos and bees
what is authentic movement?
the downward-dog of you?
glass crusted 

and
crackled with the dust of unknown origins
reach beyond the tactile first responder
reach marrow deep to scrap the soul fibers of Jupiter from your tongue
oh petty benign graze of presence ....
soothe the night wrinkles
draw a warm bath
and
sing to me of
cerise waxwings & marigold