You are a radar-buzz,
I feel the jitter when you are around.

It is stony, it is inescapable,
but I do not mind.
I might want it, even if it weren’t yours.

For your shake I have my own,
like a thousand peacocks, enhancing
themselves for their mates.
Already too bright.

And what they are, I cannot say,  
not much better than my midnight jolt
when I go dancing in you.

Dilate your clavicles, sweet:
I am diving inward.

I think you sound like suicide inside,
do not want to admit you hate life.

So your body speaks for you.

That, the drone, it travels me in,
Love you like a son, a brother, a husband,
and cannot decide which is moving.