--- R O N A L D   P A L M E R

"The mistake one makes is to speak to people."
		--Samuel Beckett  (First Love)


Let's embrace like Michelangelo's mimetic Slaves.   Lean
Delicately your self-consciously gorgeous face:  trust
Your earless head against my unfinished:  chest.

My thoughts are merely pathos:  abandoned arms:  forever half-polished.
Rest:
My inaccurate twin.  Sing me silently:  before you thrust
Toward me:  your alien mind's:  master-fully carved dream.

Release one derelict thought:  swimming hopeful:  flawlessly clean:
Like an opalescent fish:  quivering holographic gills opening between us.
This omen of speech: will be our perpetual guest.                   

My reticent:   block:
My student of self-involvement:  be my nervous mirror:  of stellar dust:
My impeccably perverted:   rock.