His illuminate
     head surfacing like a balloon
tied to a child’s wrist, mine
         bandage like gauze
               I pull him down and
      he brings me back up.

             Found a quiet space
   inside that no one has touched
so empty, can I fill you?
          Can I make it as bright as
                   your illuminate head?

   Wait within the gaps
until the blood pools around
        and drowns me.
             God, to be full finally –
      I wait and wait and wait,
I will give you this body
         the roundness you deserve.

Flushed
    and illuminate, my all,
the thorn I pluck into your hip
            exploding balloon
               now a rose expanding
    you are full in the center,
me, the hurricane eye.