The Lingering

follow the poolside shadows Venus of Delphi daughter of bitter waves peek through the peephole of my glaucous thorax open your byzantine eyes and spurn your locomotor ataxia one glance at our vitreous hands – a sight for blind sore eyes one brush of our riveted lips – gone astray in malformations one ponderous confession later – immaterial as a shadow of the lash let the weeping corpuscles lie swarm and jostle in the grotto rattle and blather away our days I’ll wait for your recriminations fall asunder under your touch fastidious in my entomology let the bouquet glide downstream the scytheman is still in his kingdom then we rejoice in endless daze the lingering beaten with bravura