Pale gods at your shore
Kissing corners, rebranding deserts.
Cold pressure at your temples and your hips;
I've brought shiny things like your own
Trophy skin.
Just trust my cataracts,
They'll overthrow your hollow heels.
And dancing
Your engine burns -
Sewing up your hollow heels,
Your hallowed ground.
Inebriated, the milk has shown
Straddling your lines.
Blonde strands,
Quotidian,
Ambassadors define.
Oh, my sweet colony
Standing on your toes.
Lure your pillar knees,
Crumble on top of me -
Spread.
We sweat the land,
Drain these virgin shores.
With loosed belts at the signing over,
Shivering with boredom.
With loosed belts at the signing over,
Staring down off the edge
Of a bridge.
Stare down.