It is not enough
To love you. It is not enough to want you destroyed.
If someone loved me then cut the birds from my tongue
expeller-pressed the air from my lungs one wing at a time
dismembered me could I look back with the
lotus eyes of compassion see how they stain themselves?
gouge and bleed? Could I join them in the darkroom
dip negatives in a chemical bath peg the damp
curls of nascent photographs from our lives
on a clothesline to drip dry overnight?
Would you judge me a fool if I said my love
is a parched well that never quits reaching for the aquifer?
Born under a water-sign, I fight different Canyons are hewn
by a licking stream a tongue worrying stone after stone
like loosened teeth My love-song is a blood-song survival-song
The bird boxed by night sings for us both
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