body

fog in my green eyes.
deep oily pools of algae.
but the mind sees clear.

i know you my friend.
your silver tongue cup of wine.
devil in details.

cold hands and warm heart
or cold heart and fiery hands.
warm hearthside fire.

marx whispers to me.
his soft voice warm on my cheek.
hands in golden cuffs.

my soul flutters like
a bird beating in its cage.
heart wants to get out.

lean sinew on the
bone tucked into red muscle.
am i delicious?