Sparks topographize parts of this
body hot even when, ever since
your leaving, what we wanted melded
things which are believed in needing no
proof, caustic sparking to fullness of
cindering fruit seed consumes, conscious

aversions of needs going aloof
in winking rooms apertures remove
obscurities from by choosing to
let pierce through passages of moments
the two of us both knew how shadows
know growth without going beyond truths,

once hidden what hinders our movement
by growth in dusky increments folds
tangents our tendencies to transgress
tender as currencies for far less
than this emergence of wanting you
again disprove was electric fugue.