over under

my heart is blubber
or carcass
 your sort
of gum-line with
blood on the steel
and your hands
scrub summer
off the late
ocean
sprawl

my navel
is mine for your whisper
is a nickel plated
receiver
straining shore
where some
stray lickspittle
salt-water
will fuzz, a
spark
i jolt

side to side
where your lips
shimmer
brief
again
and the horizon
quiets

my life is
minimums-
a bird
below cloud
or an autumn
i haven't met
a beat
otherness or otherwise
like three months
without a
call

and the lint weighs me down
to my slight
or just a brush of lip
from you

and my
fullness
sunrises

and my
love
 bright

  burns.