one day, a name
will escape the body.
the lungs, the mouth,
the minute hand
happening
   just
      like
         this.


shelter has changed,
no longer being
disguised in you--i
disappear. your shadow,
too, no longer shade.
it feels like smoke.


(such sweet smoke.
darkness, **** on
the tongue, sweet
down the throat.)


and while all this was
happening somewhere
inside me, the nectar
dissolving, the poison
becoming--i bet
you could not ignore
the sorry taste of hallelujah
dangling
   from
      your
         lips.