Let's make it 12
for those who think
they aren't
able to save public

The "write" button
resists my click
I've laid it on thick
10 times into
a satisfying click
I'm counting
you don't deeply
exist here
while there
I'm sure
you are 100 percent


you know
you
are not


therein
resistance
is hot

you scorch

If I talk to the heat
above my head
it is of mayhem
and sage and rosemary
and the breathing in
of a chestful

Take yourself
in your arms
for a moment
don't admit
to a caress

Slink into some
darkness calm
delicious warming
envelopes and
you are still

I prayed with them
at some alter
little knowing

I've lent
myself out
and, later
drank

Can I be in love with you
for a little while
I don't want
your whole life
that's too much
for anyone
but you

Can I recognize
Can I surrender
Can I stick my tongue
where I believe
it will do you
the most good

I am here