When i have travelled on my way and heard
the waves surge from the needle, pink with lovejuice
and the spray from mica suns
and tasted the lovesuck on her mystic peaches
and heard the patter of the honeycombed locusts
as they file through luminous structures
and felt the sunshine in my groin
in the muscle-spasm of the squirrel

in the intermediate distance

sunshine in my stomach


becoming ....