for the love I'd fallen on
in the swampy
August dawn
what a mischief you
would bring young darling
when the onus is not
all your own
when you’re up for it
before you’ve grown
from the faun forever gone
in the towers of your
honeycomb
I’d a tore your hair out
just to climb back darling
when you’re filling out
your only form
can you tell that it's
just ceremon’
now you’ve added up
to what you’re from
build your tether rainout
from your fragments
break the sailor’s table
on your sacrum
fuck the fiercest fables
I’m with Hagen
for the love comes the
burning young
from the liver sweating
through your tongue
well youre standing on
my sternum don’t you
climb down darling
oh the sermons are the
first to rest
smoke on Sundays
when youre drunk
and dressed
out the hollows where
the swallow nests