Break your back over
my heart three times &
claim it's body poetry.

Knock on wood & pray
Zeus didn't hear you.

You say you know no better,
but I've seen the malice in your eyes the
moment before our lips touch & I am
afraid; I love it.

Trust you trust you trust you..
Why would you beg I trust you?

You knew from the second you
saw me that you would end up
covering me in kisses the way
lava covered Pompeii
& giddily watch as I suffer when
you leave me to dry.

You are so heartachingly beautiful,
&, as the daughter of Apollo, I am
obligated to let the son of Aphrodite know;
my father was the brightest star
until nineteen years ago.

It's not the game
we think we play
there are no winners
no losers
life is not
something we do
it's what we are
immeasurably complex
heartachingly simple
tiny spools of life
threads of time
woven together
so tight
that sometimes we feel
indestructible
our rough ends left
floating in the open
reach out
to join the web
adrift upon infinity's breath
sparks within the current
occasionally we unravel