Moon shattering upon a highway her voice inside you.
Her voice inside you, a falling stone.
Her mountain stone an echo, your mouth erupting.
Tattooed with Hittite song her skin barely visible, a windshield.
Her Hittite moon evaporating, condensing upon your windshield.
She confuses you while casting forth the vibrant song of singing birds.
Birdsong at work within you, within a song-stone breeze, erupting.
Her stone-sliding an echo.
Almost a whisper
Your voice evaporating & erupting, an engineering marvel.
Lyrics on collage from ‘Just Like Tom Thumb’s Blues’ https://vimeo.com/113869969