So trained, laugh now

help me tweeze those confines, slivers curating new long lines, gallery walk first thursday forest cracking mud trail foaming wilted flowers as hope combs curry, drags polished tines through disarray, this meal, these surfaces we touch together so cool and warm, melting parfait layers turning tongue to lemon brown, that movie tales of blood, war, comedy relative to tragedy, blades whirl, time flys dance into sleep, four joyous posts suspending our supine stretch, all quiet, so trained we laugh our dreams into holy water, poured into a bedside glass.