I go out.
To the weather
 
shaped like shadow,
body without
 
blood without body.
It’s perilous
 
charged velvet and hard
the way the
 
breath-shadow never hovers
but darksomely. It’s cold
 
I like it
licking me. What disappears
 
more than the
muscle-like greening
 
falsely above? I like to
dare to despair in thee
 
sun-crazed little brain-
less Sea. Mindfully
 
red orange
the gulf octopus attaches blisses its
 
hundred thousand sharp-plucked kisses
before I rapture
 
him armfully
opposite me, my doppelgangering
 
muse-
like
 
man. We float
apart so randomly.