ORGASM OF GOD
The Silver Oyster
within 2 brains
simultaneous
within both minds
to haunt, beguile
Our Grey Remains
The Call of The Jay
is of My Childhood
but Here It Comes
with A View of The Atlantic
–
I have angled My Chair
to fit This Ocean:
a solid blue swath
merging with spruce
punctuated with birds
& topped by cumulus cloud
I See A Piece Of The Universe
on My Husband’s Urban Tribe Sweater
washed in Tide
in and out Tide
& dried in Bounce
to get The Fuzz off —
but I’m afraid
I’ll have to use
The Lint Brush
Now
What Do I See On My Lint Brush?
The Scattered Crumbs
of Lemon Loaf Cake
brush off My Black Lap
like a speckling of stars
& down The Cleavage
of My Tattoo Sweater
like Those sucked inside
My Very Blackest Hole