drawing fire

Inside the moon, inside the numinous hush,
are smooth blue lungs like dolphins in a
velvet mush, clear tones that hide among
the reeds, but whose eyes go seeking
everything at once.

Cyclops dolphin lung, you swam forth
from the lunar sea, a flower combined
with a bee, but distorted with the everything's
accellerating, you are the lapis mud of
meteors baring your diamond skeleton,
your floral blood.

diamond skeleton bee, your
floral fur trim is composed like a
hymn, and rubs itself deliciously
like a thread upon my lips, which
kiss your hips, and their throbbing
branching coral divan balconies.