I've dreamt of you as you are
but a foot closer, submitted, less committed.

Can you hear this?

Come from another's rooted backbone,
I ought to be punished for this.

What makes you want to listen?

Where this is now stays cold
churns bloodwork
in turn burning in turn
a force.

What this is -
a lingual confession, one sided
an open curse
an act to be acted upon.

I've tried before,
these motion-picture-soundtrack
open invitations.

What makes you absorb permanence?

And who are you anyways
but dark eyes over the smoked and strained
a villain mirage
romantic breath cutting through the melted sea of humanus general?

What is happening now is rude and ode-ish.

Extract what you like best and run.

Kiss it twice and think back to the grind machine
beyond dances tearing space
consuming time.

Move through them
make time come again and again.

Meet the forbidden and breaks its jaw.

Ask me again.