your words burn
like white hot phosphorus
running down
my earn canals
my actions are
sinewy slithering snakes
you clutch
to your body
with the hope
that I won’t leave
you listen to me
like my words are blown
through a sieve
diffuse
without discernible
meaning
my cravings
split me
I cannot go
for I want your body
soft and warm
making love every
hour of the day
I must leave
to be free
for myself
to know I can be
one without two
goodbye and hello
— GB
