Russell Salamon


Little bones little girl bones lips, falling snow kiss snow
falling all night eternal snow, slow drifts pile up dunes;
hold her little bones against my bones perfect fit bones;
teacup breasts little sips, bites, keep them even, don't make
them jealous, oh even little bites, the girls get jealous
if not even--sip kisses thousands of white kiss petals
melt ten centuries melt moods in moon lake flight light;
enter eternal spaces behind faces, connect faces with future spaces
water flowing down mountain frosts, mists, fog forests, small rills;
fold kiss bodies two kiss famines, illumine, drown, in embraces.