__me (*_) considered as **a*_tic on _*a **__* wave

[burnunit]

come at me with your leaves, your moonset branches
and torrents of blue eyes
stand me in front of the pocked walls
hardened in the sunlight
electrify electrify!
Can you hear me?
I'm appalled by the
sense that I hold what amount to
tinkered-with memories of your presence,
your warm body against me.

_*_ing with me
into the rainbow wings of desert birds, silver beaked and swelled with victory.
O lively songbird
O mouth hungry for my mouth, though
filled with copper
My love, her skin a parade
of ambulance men;
my love her voice the curve of fruit,
bunches of black grapes limned with dew
my love
his hair
a pattern of shadows on
a line of cars upon the bridge
his hands bells

(with thanks and/or apologies to Mr. Delany, who I continue to plunder)