bill and sally go to the stars

they find rainbow, they free
judas, they hold hands

it could be love, the shine - the syllable to make lips
move like treasure chests and the pry bar so rusted
that when you slammed the car boot it flaked on the
side of the grass which i had just cleaned of her
blood.

and she was everything: so fatal,
sounds of love, forlorn as bee wings
dripping honey into thought, i spread 
my legs for you
(she thinks) but i thinkits that tender thing again, that she
knows seed is the link and the flame.

or that was blood mouthed- when he was cradled in his early life, swaddled by the lamp and the shadows
of flowers cut pretty and placed on a dresser by the mirror that she will never love, or be kind.

once we danced, spittle on my jaw, i called her mommy or sock puppet, i made a pose which she threw up on, i was jade beneath the well lip, the burlesque of ripped flesh and crushed peanuts

the rainbow soggy, my mind limping; fly-blown
and under sweat; your heart was my heart, and we have disease

we have trees which we watch grow in the evening

we have sally and bill

mouths open to the stars

and the tender hand

fisting each of them.