Imagos

Oranges are

unlike a Raffle;
there were no Tonics

nor gilded Debris
covering

Saturn’s
limits;

there were

Alliums in
terracotta Slee-

pers; the Have-
knots

kill the Ling; they
save it from the Damp
limpid, the Damp;

no
no

we all had
such big Teeth

all the better
for loving with;

there was Shine
& Enamel

back then too
to tease

kissed
Cuticles &
share Q-tips

with a wax Figures’
disbanded
Loves

like voting
together against

March;
Icicles thaw
remain currently

in pro-states of
fledgling Lobes &

Jealousy was a Dessert
often eaten alone

way back when

& it was
delicious as

waiting
for Busses

the Shapes
two

torched Polygons
their every Angle

was Pace and Pepper
their hidden Volumes

reflected in
      Stalagmites
&    Seas of

Feathers

worn
to keep

you up       &
Feathers

warn
you, keep

down; will
you

distract from

Eyes an
Hour as

bent as
Zest

as peeled
as a body’s

Fears
of Conjunction

as    if    Onyx
&       sour?

T. Person