hastening, the obligations

hastening, the obligations
furl, furrow the pinky
of fair Minerva, bathed
in fright. Edge

of leers, pounding
smooth with repeating

the bones of her hand
fit in your hand

near now, the burping drip
and corona of fuzz,
as she returns in her abrupt
pale orbit, humbly
awaiting worship.

Slipping the mousetrap
of identity, reedy
wind, you remember
the ocean. The ocean!
Just in time.
She can't get you now.