fall in love with me
as much as you need
as little as you want
if it proves anything
about why we carry on
what's that song
where a lover begs the moon to pull her away
rather than admit to the man in front of her
she has fallen out of love?
how does it go - when the moon drags her
into the sea instead?
I'm no coward,
But tonight my eyes met the moon,
When I decided to feel everything,
Instead of one thing,
With my lover in front of me.
as ambivalent as I may be about this
perhaps I should be a woman after all
if only
because I have learned the ways of
lamentations
please.
please,
fall in love.
find her.
find her who can love you
in the disquiet madness of every. day.
I can only love you when
I writhe from my harness.
only those high holy days when
I am least tame, most sane.
she may forbid me from
touching you ever. again.
it is her right,
I bow, madame.
but tell her.
you tell her.
when we talk
ALL OF the oxygen in your lungs belongs
to me.
AND I
to you.
a sacrament not deserved but
needed,
needed.
the letters of my name
confer amongst themselves
quietly, at first
deciding how best
to rearrange
it is time
I will never be the same
and now
there must
be proof
which vowel should glide
to show the path of grief
which consonants can stand
shoulder to shoulder
fricative sentinels
of despair
the letters, jostle, louder, zealous
to make me choke
on my new name
sun over right shoulder
tread north
water calls
sun over left shoulder
stop where you are
night approaches
tomorrow
the black snake
greets you
sun behind back
water beneath foot