every time you look away, I melt—
most dangerous vixen, chic, lotic fox;
wilderness is chilly, bleeding cotton,
whelmed, loving if more to perish.
too early to love you, too much pain
to hate you, our time is savage,
working
on silence, thrown away, every time
you turn, I grow hives.
how could I repent?
each scent like rainbows after a
flood.
each pearl so sweet attached to its
womb.
just let me!
every time you look away, I melt—
so tragic in space, so deceived, it
feels
sacred; dying of its soul,
resurrection
at dawn, lying asleep, smelling
fresh.
it’s cold out, rain is hailing, eyes
are
moist during morning sun-hiding. I speak
inside, to die inside, all goodness
is
taken; fields of rubbish, eyes
screaming.
“You’re sick on her, be careful.” if
to be
is to live, count diamonds, into
caves, vexed
like hungry hyenas. some wingspan,
some
foreign beaut, occasioned to tell a fib.
I can’t love you as I love you—so divorced
from caring in you—some froward
feeling,
a little of dying, needing tomorrow today;
if to let me, if to become everything
in me.
