see, the thing about her
is that she wreaks havoc cities away
insert any word you’d like
insinuate, stimulate, incite, excite
she will make you want to taste them all
her lips do not trace with lipstick,
they trail thunderstorms of
invigoration, greed, and fulfillment
without having touched you at all
see, the thing about her
is that your invisibility is her tell-tale
she won’t make you delight in skin
or whatever is carnal, earthly, corporeal
never.
instead, she will make you want to write
because she will not become your pleasure
she becomes your whoever and whenever
and breathes life
into all your non-personal conjunctions
see, the thing about her
is that she is complicated chemistry
a principle of uncertainty
in a world governed by relativity
she will be be here
but she will disappear
with the world’s unobtrusive
waves of tenets
nothing good will leave
but love, you forget,
nothing you want ever remains
see, the thing about her
is that she makes you want to use
your tongue and your hands
not on her, love, but on your earth
she is your language
she is your dictionary
she is the words at the tip of your tongue
and no, you will not have her body
you will never have her body
see, she permeated your mind
while you were fretting over skin
see, whatever she is, no matter what you do,
she will always have you
trapped.
in a psychological
wormhole
of want
and creed
she: both ultra-violet and ultra-violent