whatever plush sensation-
perihelia of being velvet;
is felt on warmmed shoulder
once struck naked on ribbed brick &

In the woods a great boar roamed,
mudding it's snout through oak passages,
finding food in the dirt and detritus
of other dreaming animals, rubbing
their bodies against the dying trees
as they slept.

Felt nolonger substantial
Paraphilia, one's body laying cold
to the match of copper plating, the
smell of bronze or brass, penny
touching. Much like the ivory
tusk of the mammoth kings, asking
"What secrets are hidden beneath
the flesh?"