smothering you in nectar’s regular burl
of the seas during dark purple squalls .
what perfect script it could give the gulps
of air keeping us well there . of our lip press
confess tell-all suggest shelter and or storm
our hidden form smeared -edited- re-checked .
bound each to each eating the peach clerkly
quirky in receipt . iou . yom . print be fecked
we can’t be billed for living in each others heads .