I do not wish to own your heart
or to occupy it
it is not my home, or belonging
but were I belong
longing to be your heart
for we will beat as one

-- when I have the tenderness of a writhing dragon,
he will paint flowers across my throat

as though to remind me that fires are indelicate,
and that I writhe in a prison made of open space.
-- this man will not smother me with his skin
when we sleep.
-- this man will unhinge the door of my mouth,
and kiss out the bullets stuck under my tongue.
                                                                ­               ---
whatever thousandth day I awaken beside this man,
realizing I have become the flowers he painted
across my throat, by braving my throat,

I will, unchaining myself from the draconic worry,
bring him his coffee in bed, with a smile.

I had
Franklin D on a C note
until Quinn stole in and
stole it
now I got
Jack ****,

I've been poor
and it sure ain't a crime
but if they catch
Joe Quinn
I hope he gets time,

lots of time to consider
the error of his ways.

an awareness of the universe that triggers an emotional response too deep and mysterious for words