Sonnets—Realities IV

light cursed falling in a singular block
her,rain-warm-naked
                    exquisitely hashed

(little careful hunks-of-lilac laughter splashed
from the world prettily upward,mock
us....)
       and there was a clock.   tac-tic.   tac-toc.

Time and lilacs....minutes and love....do you?and
always
      (i simply understand
the gnashing petals of sex which lock
me seriously.

              Dumb for a while.my

god—a patter of kisses,the chewed stump

of a mouth,huge dropping of a flesh from
hinging thighs
              ....merci....i want to die
nous sommes heureux

                    My soul a limp lump

of lymph
         she kissed
                    and i

                         ....chéri....nous sommes