I shall not cover
and hide my
thousand displays of love.

You are a furnace for the
music of my sweet language
you weigh remorse in the
funnel of your throat

families of the departed
curse and chase
false images dressed
in false images

a man misinterprets my love
I talk to him bring him
waters of patience to drink

I take, because
I take what I can love

promiscuous? Yes, I am
promiscuous
greatest of lovers
orchard of gems
all in my reach
all in my debt

man is a horrible weather man
weather is greater
more incendiary
man is doubt
wrapped over by skin
skin that leaps back
into a forest after a lifetime.