entombed in the estuaries of a long forgotten sleep

entombed in the estuaries of a long forgotten sleep
slipping into the vagaries of love and it’s constant ache…
a prairie in the sun; cumbersome with world eyes and dandelions
carping the days in an impossible fist
clenched in a spring that kisses hornets on the nose
like pecking a glyph from a cave painting
forgetting about You

as you touch it.

long pikes of soft cutlery, burgeoning in the fickle mugshots that splatter your undone choice
with a limp wrist towards a riot of coy oblivions, chumming the waters
of a deluge of dead gods, sleeping on your stoop
like eyes for a raven with a candy corn
mind

displaced.