I usually snooze after a bonfire of love, & like flames sparks glow — roughhouse vis à vis ..
It’s better after I begin to wake I’ve landed. A roundhouse in the sun is great. I merge at the top, asleep..
Moreover, I landed. A tough roundhouse in the sun.. the left knee was just there then took a variant position in summary time with a sequence of scratches —

a downright hermaphroditic itch red in ambiguity until it goes away, released at last into impartial states, witless after a while, undead.