is it so strange it is
so odd to even her face
to debut a kiss where we
format and unformat
her love like a page

indented velvet lips a
silver buckle a spade
in the loam of her
face like warm clay
a vestibule where i

am sleeping as a cat
my tail a coiling snake
my paws ink stained
ring-bearer pillows
pond water bowls for

eyes to say i love
you at her ankles at
her thighs at her navel
is it so strange it is
so odd to unevenly love

her as she loves leaves
leaves to love and gone
the oddest of i am we
are so strange to be the re
formatted love of ghosts