Dylan McNulty-Holmes

Without warning      dodging winter’s
        seeking something to place against
        some sherbet
   sharp as an anguish,
   though I still relate
deflating in its own syrup. Here,
              portal radiating like struck gold,
             merry girders, plastered in bashful
                your geometry, cuniform, silver
                  presses flat against the ceiling.
and candy cigarette. Ominous underside
   you reach. Restraint can sharpen glee;
 against wineglass’ singing rim. The high
   enough to feel my hair’s tall attention.
     choke, making me have a throat, so
 quicksilver whippet, lapidary browbone,
 coast, how could they not be. I plumper
     jelly in the mounting heat,
slithering down the seasons. Breakpoint,
     you circumference me and mark my
       against the door, black lozenge of
 never as high as        I’d hoped:        not 
  lifeguard, lofty as a heron, I covet foot
   hair slathered in warm gelatine, duck-
like the aftermath of rain, definite as
  a treble clef. Life is a bad place to leave
  so I’ll be a good boy and stay becoming.
touch would be a cheap facsimile for the
 Butterscotch me in symmetry; teach me
palate, heel. Show me how hunger tastes
   know lilac. Pin me down on voyeur’s
    where my thighs braid with pretty’s
   memory— everything in me unruled,
             currents breaking all over.

blanketing temperaments—
   tongue, electrified violet,
  fluorescence— becoming,
  everything gone isosceles,
      most to the nectarine
looking at summer’s door, a
          am fenced in by joy’s
   smiles. I am sundrunk on
balloon who strange gravity
  Bitter little liquorice allsort
of cloud below eyelid where
the high pitch of your finger
   pitch of your finger close
The lines of you making me
   much coarser than theirs,
   petalled with girls on the
specimen, cheeks rendered

    knifepoint,
        height
      quiddity,
      long as a
      arch and
     beak, slick

      your                   guarantees,
Your lines so        irrepressible
  pleasure only eyes can take.
how colour feels against lash,
to shadow. How my knuckles
vinyl seat,

dammed