Assertions of the mind

Before you  interpret this                           I must
         divulge to you all that is
clandestine          his voice/ a garden
       always it exists
    in neat     rows/ lexis       in the lungful of
forget-me- nots/ or the tiny holes    in the veins
the promptings of          a carnal classicist    
                     
                       the intricate identifiers

such as skin or accent– in the flesh  inevitably it imitates
  these events  slowly pulls faces as I pass the mirror.
             Oh, what a rush!
                      &
I spend  seasons   sleepless on his face  in the silhouette of

his body/ long after he’s laid it down/
      I scatter flowers
                  obscure
in breath          a deeper
blue in the cherry  where I draw

his chest       to a pause
carry him   /to the scents/ each so delicately
         decorated in the softness  of rivers   that utter
   devotion     But his mouth is heavy

Indeed, I am speaking of   the tongue
of the nether sea    the vortex in its garrote
                            no exit
         a void    a lilac/snapped shut
          
&  I cannot deliver     I lift his    snowy lids  
release the colors into the sky
                  where  simplicity

permeates  the air   & his lips part     affectionate  wet
          I kiss his  throat          to pursue a sole riposte
    feel a con-

striction   that tugs   my  hand 
pulls me back       
         as the night                        that hangs nervous
     in the thickets