Master   I will not remember your
song to touch
you is god sensing motion molding my heart to
feel the trojan horse lodged
both my heart or yours -
Of the prayer that lays my body flat to the air
above forest (no snow no snowy
mountain) too much
is said of ice Master   I will promise you
 none of that when
you touch my body yourskin
is more bluish grinding than
 even the angels in your eyes.
it’s hard to believe in the darkness
of your fingers at night