Variations On Velocity 3.1.0

skyglass over newbury street,
bustle under blank.
an intrigue, really,
this clarity tracing
serpentine maple branches,
this grand merci and silence,
for all that, some say, good news.
I'm serving up hours through
one within the other.
I'm going for one last rewrite,
a final mirror copy and cheese, wine,
where the reversal
              desire runs off at the margins,
                                in a cab, and - "be good, offer"
on columbia street.
just the tussled image, and taste, your lips
broken-framed in glass and backwards, to out-live
what's born for the evening entrance.
an earth narrative, tell us, with an explosion or two.
imagine such panorama moored to the lens, your thighs,
roiling life with plenty of spill-over
and threaded so captured
by nothing more
than currents inward/outward curling, and the
wanting.....but

embracing the wait.