The Crayon Hill

Raquel
                             an algolagniac,       a treated blooming blackbird
                 ineffable Chinese wrists, slender with
                                   algorithmic hair drops
                       tussles, quarters, muscles
                                   oysters, parading her neck
                 dark treasures of chocolate seas
           crayon bloom
           crayon orange
                       crayon colors ocean shoulders
                 soft pictures of childhood blooming  (pangs of antique guilts)
radiating in a cannabis thick smoke          (childhood is invited through dreams)
                             would invite future geckos, other sun staring lizards,
                       come, frock, be merry, be still
                 Aztec waters by The Crayon Hill
           alchemical mixtures
     with tar you can choose
the natural secrets
  Of winter&booze    (its cold here)
walking in Williamson
 my hand in hers, high
           salt&images      (passing mystic visions on most corners)
     sidewalk thoughts        (is she a postmodern dancer or simply convulsing?)
crossing eyes, shots and glances (scenes of portentous bars and pubs)
     invisible martinis       (salt on the rim, intimations of the future) (salt&images)
           thick cigarettes (these are sweet martinis dont worry love)
                 packets of france and russia        (childhood pamphlets)
     rolled in neat tins (Chinese wrists)
kept safe by sunshine                         infinite talks, infinite time
                       you were a vessel of crayon venus,
                             you were marzez realms of sex
                                   you are fake mosaic of actual stars
come and go, are then die, leaving trailing rivers mirrors oceans crayons tussles flowers walking sexing sunshine
                                 by fake i mean perfect