lemons with stainless steel by pdlyons
the old religion of your eyes
an accent of long strings made from the heart of my wild days
contrary backwards ridden horses
painted nights of our own solitude
mystical marvelous
fingerprints phosphorescent
our mouths still meet like that
all blue tattoo
all willingly open offerings of sky
fearless
cities of our violence ebbing rhythmically
a shore line languid with our peace
