Butterfly Loop Constrictor

There are directions to go in
that have never existed
in the endless tunnel of this dream
a blood moon rows up the night
melting the breath it touches
curious atoms stripped to
demons in the warm light
spread like buckshot across
the far sky between your hands
butterlfy loop constrictor my body
glows white at the edges
evenings come loose jungle
winds blow sweet and passionflowers
with their wild tendrils bloom thick
above dark shapes spun out soft
beyond the bend of my body  
and against your sliding skin
my bones blur and split to light.