as the non visible bones

that shape skin--the solitude

of a mountain chain.

spared from the polite aversion

of eyes, tight-lipped kisses on the

recesses of cheeks.

broad as the forehead's contemplative

point of no return--the mind eyed

of its own.

our getting on staggers off, pregnant

with a series of blows that space

maintains.

leaning on aberrated projections, a fatigue

of personal worlds.