sometimes the cat chases the sparrow through the long grass as the sun sets and the air cools with blood rushing hot and the sparrow's wings are broken and the cat is smiling and the sparrow is trying to run on talons not built for that sort of movement and the cat is telling the sparrow that some of us are just biologically superior and honestly prey should just roll over and submit all while walking at a leisurely pace and the sparrow wheezes a breath maybe its ribs have been crushed maybe the cat is feeling playful and the sparrow says i know you like the chase and the cat says my darling this is hardly a chase for me and the sparrow says then come and take me and the cat does

we agree too much, talk too much;
your eyes are so dark you can only see the iris
if you're me; my alice's idiolect is
mine too, i cannot delineate the two
of us, because
when you pressed our faces
together i secretly prayed that god
would smite us.
and they would only
find one body having arc welded our
skeletons and flesh and blood
together in a congealed puddle at
3500 degrees celcius
and i hoped they wouldn't be able
to identify the body. that it could
be just us in a heaven of our
own making--
don't indulge me, i can't keep this
up, i think that the lines between us
should stay solid but your hands
are so warm -- despite the fact that
we both have bad circulation; we've made
the mistake to curl up together, press
my icy hands to your heart, sparking
like a piston engine, like the clattering
of the cylinders that fire
off my oxytocin receptors
but please, i need to remember
the rules, i need to remember
the rules, i need to remember
you -- i need to remember the
rhythm of your jazz-step
heart; just one more time,
i'll memorise a beat like fingernails
skittering on cold cold glass
just one more time, just this time
before i go, and
i promise next time i'll be better
and i'll stick to the rules

you keep me on a tight leash