Arachne has been wringing blood out of the boy-now-man I love.
It's enough to make me wish for things like
golden morning light, I would like to submerge him
even for a moment
in some warm atmospheric sweetness
that could sink low from the heathen
and soothe those wracks here on Earth.
The day before yesterday, as I walked on the street, I was a vision of myself old.
Out, out, damned wild fear of failure
out, out damned wild fear of loss
I'm afraid of missing the boat
I'm afraid this man doesn't want me each morning with breakfast,
doesn't want me each night in his bed-
And I fear I make love to abstract mythos
I really do love you though.
And losing you would efface my goodness like bleach.
And losing you would punch me in the chest.
I wish I could find Arachne and reason with her,
the cold logic of intellectual superiority, dumb cunt
keep her fickle blades away from my tenuous partner
is it crazy that I can't stop thinking about the way he said
and the way he said
I am experiencing some discomfort in your absence,
My desire to know everything wins.
If you really want me that bad
put your fingers in my
if you really want me that bad
put your eyes in my
live your life in my
give me each brief knuckle no holds barred
give me each bone without conditions
especially that one that one is my favorite one
I choose that one for particular
bouts of percussive instrumentation
I choose that one to sharpen up these canines
I collect radioactive rain in the hollows of
I almost think god thought of me
when they, musing, made your body
built it out of chalky dust, fish from lakes,
it's like I say all your blood is busy
keeping your marrow warm
and your hands are cold as a tree in the night
on my belly