when
all to see
that
you can be
then
in those hands
the world
that’s viewed
that like tiny stars
your heavens
manually shape.
the nude, the news
the muscular
the truculent
with images
rising from the deep
colonising hours
awake and asleep
thoughts in linen
illusions in calico
a veranda
where
envy and viciousness
are in all you know.