Unico

Mouth - warm pillow.
(is, not like)
To cushion smarting lips
Like lips of mine.
Eye - a sphere of sea, sapphire, sky.

A field and every field of hair
Pan outward agelessly so I may say
One follicle (has the nature of a)
Star in a tender swirl.
(like) Conglomeration, making up the whole

Speckles wrapped around me
(are, not like) my constellations.
This shape (is) my long life
By comparison. Essential
Path of thought, how to re-arrange you?
Souls of mine are various
Written and dispersed through space
And paper.

Not every glimmer
Of having you is traced – one too few
Sitting down to think of you is. (like)