greg
tebbano

Of Shelless Fish

Born ferocious

in the champagne universe,

I am your slowly aching blush,

an errant rust up from the sea

meant to tarnish your discretion,

eroding you there like a

sandy ulcer.

Love mess, my hyacinth--

ginseng and muse pills in a guise of lips:

remedies for a human tomorrow

when we will cling to each other

like fog to our valleys

lingering there, want of nothing to say

a fleeting preface to skyless day.