between you and me:
he was, and i want you
to myself—
a relationship is different
from a cell division
keep the remainder
for the magic of kisses
that bring the stork’s winnings
systematic like ice cream
and pavlov’s ringing
ringing—are you there?
who’s listening
when there’s no ground to gauge
how løve is groundless
with that mystery box
the heart’s imaginings
without tending that pride wound
lost inside taste
testing euphemistics
within your spirit’s formless
aching for real honest to god truth
the beauty is
what you mean
you know before you think
let yourself dribble
word like fondue
empty to the deaf, for
i am a camel’s tongue
alone in the desert
waiting for you
if you think you can’t believe me
you underestimate yourself
sweet pea.
yours,
shiver tooth
