I see men being men on the road to lovemaking

you left me because you’re not news every time

in the same time that’s how I am when I desire

no one is too thinky

I am still a junky for it I am violin aloneness

I spin    I spin to you

you smoosh my love when we are there   at the same time

when how it is is the same every time

this one to know us is true

love is meant to be thinking

to know how to flower greater things     across the ocean

leaves so white you can’t have me    my eyes still have you

this is the tress to thread

love being    a river and being with no name

when you’re with me    inside me

tubes sucking the dream of myself

I hate that     I still have me

(originally published in Fleas on the Dog, Summer 2020)