I Want

to write the world;
in your name,
on your body,
in

(.)your blood(.)

and my milk

weill feed
them
sweaty palm
against sweaty neck
and reasons melting
quicker than coke
in the summer
on the
coffee table,
sticky on the slick
surface; dry cool
only
a memory
that
i'll hold on
to ever tighter;
that fireball of
slowly sublimating ice,
my anchor
dissolving into the dusk
:spooned rock:
at the base sinking stone
wearing midnight musk.