Happy Birthday.
Quaint half truths
honey sweet
and
divided dimly
with belated sealace smiles
and
acute breaths
through a paper rose
consumed
by quivers
my body frail
as dreams
from
your furtive doting fingers
every outflaring kiss
struck to white
fading
into the superior almost
of sleep
my arms wrapped
around your every curve
pulling you closer
to every single etcetera.
