My world is each changeling
stroke, a god’s 

blue breath. Where clutches end,
nothing much to grasp. 

My skin shines
like melted pennies. 

That’s how the light is on watch.
Eternity is incremental. A mouth- 

to-trough existence is simple.
Our regard for each other a series 

of seconds raring
to stare and stare. Narcissistic? 

Not for me to say. All is blood gain,
fib by fib. I wonder, hot-bladed “loon,” 

are you one such bit of marginalia,
a pattern of foxfire scat strewn 

wherever I turn? Love of pleasure wakes
you, copper-steeped, 

startled with disgust.