It was the cruelest thing,
to be told you had to fall
(in love)
to hear that anything would do it,
that it was needless to be picky.
Do not wait for an animal
breath on your neck,
warm and wild
with freedom,
to be a stray woman, abandoned
on the shores of
unrequited lust. To be Godless,
yet pray, as you crawl
between sheets, his heat
rising like yeast beside you
beg, let me stay fearless
and upright,
as my teeth unhook, as I
once was
looking, looking, looking
(love)