the bending of a wave

i regard you at mid thigh
enveloped in caroms of light
dancing toward disappearance
of skin

i know this is impossible, but i imagine

you round everything off uneven,
and fuck like you're in congress

plunging into the firmament of complex sugars
to soak yourself heavy in influence

eyes can only watch
the rhythm of sweat and ritual
while your cranial catacombs remain
stuffed full of lost moments
and old rich text documents

measuring intravenous refraction