Grapple

Written on sheet sweat thick thought waking puffy sleep tricks. Dreams lean as leopards hunting & thieving dance edges wild. Your tongue fills out the balloon, no, not this one. (Those rooms in a building stairs, dirty bathrooms and something you’d forgotten.) Get out of the plumbing & into the trees! Sun plants delicate kisses on the window we grab it, shatter old air grapple on the grass.