Tenderness lit up in a sudden burst of reason I disrobe you in delight soaring in the harness of desire run amok and yet – conundrum – meek or Candidness defiled in a vile blow of treason spit you out between my teeth seething in the madness of this kiss that I regret for its stain of sorcerous tricks And yet you remain Though I may rip you apart or disturb your poise or make you chewable measurable, predictable, misdirect you from the start to dampen down my noise And this is why I love you Likewise when you refuse overtures that I’ve addressed comes not when I’m deserving nor even when I’m hurting, when I wager my few assets for a home between your breasts It matters not Your will is all that counts Your bare-faced savagery of flowing white so that the verse of the red inside of me halfway soured into vinegar may transform into poetry
