of summer ....

i step aside ---into the corner of this waking dream
surrendering all sense of self & line
you are voracious

blurred by shadow 
intent upon the breaking of the glass mask & tower walls
no weave of fabric holds
as your tongue circles my breath
the mandrake bores into the damp earth of waiting 
the blending fuck of scorched souls arches into a mandala moment
arched

pressed 

open  
chaos melts 
and fractal light bends into the surge of heat & primal ache 
quiver

moan & tangled  
air is sucked & held 
holding

holding

for the wash & rush of sacred water over the sharp & tattered edges 

from my corner . . .
i quietly watch

blinded by the borealis 

quenched  

by it's taste