(three hour slice)

legs crossed at creases, skin-on-skin 
deep in conversation
skinny pool between my thighs

exert a laboured, rhythmic force
through the city obstacled course
tickling lines lick my spine

up three storied flights
where day has cooked the air to ripe
bare, full glowed-up body shine

study clouds and reclined stems
wavy, dehydrated delirium 
air meets neck beads, shiver-blind

Robert Canali, Wake, 2011 (Archival Pigment Print)