There's something about your air
that makes my soul cling to you...
I.
Sometimes I adopt the coziness of cafes and lean...
When you write
I feel my muscles detach from my spine...
I'm a filing cabinet of records that holds dates...
reasons and insentives, agendas and dreams...
Tonight, he'll make her beautiful
in the finest worry suits; all raw...
One afternoon I waded waist deep through
yellow grass to the old apple tree and there...
He tucked her explanations
under the arm...
You, coquette and lovely, once managed
to encompass the allure of your sex...
It's raining here,
it's raining acid and shrapnels...
My heart resembles the scene of dusk-
where the river meets the fog...
You like to strip yourself
with the light behind you, your...
Crouch down low
constantly rocking...