inside spiral galaxies / i paint a face / so divine, full / that bruises upon thighs / look like God's blunder /
like cherub / you sit filling up / on pistachios / the popping / enhances the depth / of beauty or so
i'm mere basil hallward / i don't understand / your coquetry / is it my heart that's thumping? is the sky that's crying? is your pulse quickening as well?
-for what there is that's about to come.