Well

"Well" Well, I’m way too romantic aren’t I? Tattoo’d poetry on a tongue not speaking on a body of work spent unspent love let loose on a deep French Kiss tatoo'd poetry on a tongue locked in your everything diving deep 6 into you like Persephone underground I’d rather be a carwreck driven 100 mph or more slammed up against your wall with purile certainty fingers entwined the plot curled, legs twisting fingers deep in ink Well, bursting I’m deep like deep Red bells tolling out there in that walk on water ocean of yours sharks circling I ride their sandpaper backs holding tight onto their quartz fins their razor sharp teeth cutting up all my pages in the in-between emerged in everything the losses over every winning win the black and white Orcas circling grin wolves like words come to save me and I am yours eventually, heaven ridden Well, I’m deep 6 ft in another 4 and 20 blackbirds risen Candide Diderot. ‘24