The vanity of what is not embodied

Appetent reach. Unctuous gnarl.
Wait turned winged and suspiring,
as the hilldogs croon mass to the
congregation of waylights. Dimmeting
askance. Smoked duskdew. Soon peaks
afar but almost there, there, enclouded,
to be chanced upon as lips find water
in the lap of thirst, fledged in prospect,
in breathpulse, the fruiting heart aglow
with hum, dub, sonor, climb. And then
glimpsed accord; our glances, geographic,
voicing decumbent and keen as a bird
one palaces not to cell but to shelter
the song. Later the whitewaves claim me
like dawn as you court light and fire,
timebeing become molten. Nascent.
                       Then the silence crowned. 
The world spun, and the laundry came.