Too much optimism is cloying
while actuality is not quite as stark
as the realists might think

There is truth in the ground
but one needs to make figure
go away to see dark matter

The two profiles are the urn
a kiss creates then spills an ewer of honey
making for sticky back and fore grounds

Your aroma is metal, flinty
yet underneath sweet like talc
provoked aflame you are caramel

Stretched, kept in contact too long we fuse
the undersides along the length of our arms
our bellies plus our thighs adhere

Erasing the lines that define us
we become amorphous form with shading

Chagall 2016