Inside Seam

1         Having wilderness cracks         in emotional facades         chinks within         to let cabins in.         2         Porous wind         examining pavement,         foot-sore maybe loose         winding entrails         of our hearts         into lavatory paper;         would that it pleased         riddled trees          - more whistling,         poked holes         across oasis tracks         wandering spaces.         3         Blistering thought,         paint flecks         chipped in the mica-afraid         heat of wan-ton passion;         (acknowledging debts to Chinese cuisine)         a wan smile         left from which         I pretend to remember all.         4         Love-smitten         to lend         the reach of your arm -         sighs,         droop to         hips heaving         a droll verandah         (like curtain's edge         across the exhausted wall).         5         Besmirched stain,         The lavender hoop         of your belt is a winding lizard's skin         or perspiring rope         to anchor the filmy edge         of letters written,         not sent.         The breeze,         quiet wind -         a chipmunk         with woodchips         poked into a grin.