the pour, whiteness in the throat and more the rigid and steady the push and spend the body arches and transcends skin the futile organ not enough to feel a race to the stars the pace of life pumping and far out to all that is, the moment skimmed and prismatic, I am kissed into being and life by your body weight and height your sturdiness - your limbs the sun rising Adonis I kiss the rod and in your rising risenext poem