Peppermint Dissolving Deep in Her Cheek

picture me, softly
I came to you mostly
with whiskers of filament
tying my hands.

now here i am, ghostly,
god-heaven-and-hostly
with kisses of peppermint,
midnight demands.

but think of me, gently
your patience is kindly
sweeping up the tenement
buried in sand

until we are, lightly
covered almost nightly
with nothing but firmament.
That's how it began.