this is yes
petal paws satiny padding
your lips
beneath at the collar
and i am watching
there goes comportment and composure
i am a piece of paper and all the writing
erased
you rub and nuzzle cat
and moisture there
it is
off goes the cannon
the cannon goes pop
the words stop at my teeth
i eat melody in their stead
i am breakfast, at breakfast
yes
no 
you have me 
there is nowhere-to-go
but further on up the ridge
this water is obscure luxury
yours, love light to the skin
asking more of me
and drowning is the thing
all i care for
all these hairs are porcupine
fretting your song on the air
as my lips go numb
i am awash with a myriad
named for you