even in the most placid days when
everything is half and half. half asleep, half awake,
half alive, half dead -
he will torch in me a
manic that inflicts on every cell.
a longing suffocation, and my lungs - they like it this way.
(he is:) a whiplash of a relentless sun
at its final setting - remaining bewitchingly
royal. (grand)
i salivate for when
my body will fit under as he is sprouting.