What is it about your there? Knowing that you breathe,
aware of every swell in chest and nod and shift and lift
of hands to mouth and move
to swift unwavering words.
Interred
in unlamented mercy, and winding down of affliction
addiction
and blind ambition.
I’ll sit wary on your hips and linger
like the last swill of Cab,
warm and wanting.The black linger of nothing remains on our lips
and flips in our minds like Dante,
adrift
and what if?
You bind me to questions,
and intentions
and undiscovered vengeance,
to this,
my unrelenting reverence
and this antiquated fear.
