Intact

My love is not a one way street.
Indifference I wear
in tight fits.
So your memories will
not drench me. Wake up, angel.
Tell your mother to keep
a vigil.
I will steal you, in a whisper,
from the cradle
again.

This is my offer:
two meatballs,
and a foot
of shin. In a saucepan
with garlic and coconut, 
I sauté you from dusk to dawn
in fetid lust. If you keep
your skin, you
are
mine.

It’s not a laughing matter
I am boiling.
You are a showboat. In the garb
of kindness, how bored?
How glorious are
the shoulders of Zoot,
the legs of Bugatti,
when you tickle
your nether and moan,
and say, It’s a harmless fantasy?

I am not harmless-
your mortal enemy-
now that I want you. Hurting you
I taste
the nadir.
How alone
I
am bereft of you- the body, the navel maze,
the precipice. In its cavern
love slips out, slides back in.

This wait, this claustrophobia.
Its remedy is a flare up, becoming cinders.
Unfettered obsession
frightens even the Gods.
They are
curious. I am curious too,
to see you burn.
Curious how it makes
you incandescent on your body’s pillage,
and keeps our love intact.