my dearest darling,
ce qui est à moi est à toi
and smell a flower and taste its sweetness and know that the world holds you in its belonging caress so that you are symbiotic and chaotic and live free and happily and loved.

Blame,
trapped in a maze of
unwelcomed thoughts
Bumping into walls,
caught, mixing cement out of fear

In grooves of vinyl
tracks, lay lady guilt, spinning a song
weak tonearm
an unweighted needle
keeps skipping back
to the same part of the bridge,
leaving to be Dylan

Plays over and over again
in her head

The plummer came
to fix her pipes
when he asked her
into the stall
to try it all
to turn it on
see if it works
get wet
they drowned in the
passion in
each other's eyes
hypnotized
without regret