Fond of the Duet

drips emerge from an onyx spell to form companions,
seduced by the blink of perfect distortion,
we glow in modest harmony and oscillate in chaos
until tommorrow when we shall spin into a spiral

for the bench is our manifold,
our strings blossom into sunbeam swirls
and spirit fades into infinity.
we blend into silk for the caress of lonely ones

we lick the wrinkles and form plasma
as the petals conduct in autumn play
so whispers to the dots to embrace in subtle osmosis

tender is the press of two in pain
lips and eyelashes, neck and moles,
hair strands and finger combs,
lint, bellybuttons, bottles and corks