bodies of 60% water
the flood is falling
daintily
down
down from my ancestors
down the field
my brainwaves
on vacation
flood
and envision your expression
in the moon’s visage
the social soul that
beyond me
flooded
no less than
whatever i am
you get the drift
the flora
the fauna
i
you
at no time stand
common
cold
as the flood
unfolds
your figure so
infinitesimal
insubstantial
and in time untold
i do not hanker after her
given that i am put to sleep
by your honey spell
your speak’n’smell
the party in the parallel
no forced feeling
no belief ne’er blubbered
makes me consider
the layers over
the muscles of the mental
define our aura
she he
you me
stagger
and shake the walls
when floods attack
plain and fruited
my majesty
purple
mountain’s peak
branches
and i
let you
move me
by whatever method
you regard a remark
length
and
breadth__________
matt margo is the author of BE YR OWN STORY (self-published, 2012) and Child of Tree (white sky ebooks, 2012). a full catalog of his publications can be found here.