A love poem with many commas and a single period. A long babbling breath – mixing images and word combinations that cannot be visualized.

Oh to be your sleeve, your shell Your lunar rover, your radial skin, Your straw, your spacesuit, your neckline

I love the anaphora and longing, the paratactic enthusiasm, suggesting an endlessness of longing to be something close to the beloved. Conversational & surreal, deliciously mixing registers.

The opening phrase – “Balsam of being here” produces a feeling of existential ease, of connection to nature & to another human. Sweetness.