VICTOR PERROTTI

enter my soft world

crow hop through the pinhole — time slows down

sanguine blossoms
crepe myrtle rain falls inside the breast

suspended animation within a wormhole

a spherical world, ephemeral
        with encroaching edges of opaque mystery
                ; creamy black velvet

        skin becomes sky

a splattered arch of liquid sunshine,
                                         flung across the milky way

        the center is blown-out

a cricket enters god’s eye