Portal of skin allow the wind in
caress flesh across face
Dr. Williams' face
in the ever present
imagination. Turtle snaps
in my right hand
as I type
Spring and All
leads me to the richest well
where on the lip
a bird of paradise sips
The imagination is the doorway
to actual present reality you say
it took the whole book to show me
what is and what isn't is interlaced
You and I interfaced
the flesh blowing across each
peach bristling the fuzz
caressing the deep recesses
of sunwarmed juice
