Erotic Transfer

Filmic, I thought
of my own silhouette.

To be urgent with silt, 

whose origin is feldspar.

Under white cloth, your frantic hand.

If grasses would anyway tremble. 

If a shoreline we’d never deserve.

In a photo another man took,

intimists | in mists.

(Here, I want to leave a damselfly, 

forgotten—). A room

of dodged perfume.