for JCV
Zoo-like is how I like you, contained but not
too tamed, buttery billfold hiding
twin coins of want and want. Between us
the ocean beckons, and you dip
into my desert marine to unshell me,
dispel me from the illusion of water
everywhere and not a drop for me to drink.
You need no adornment or in this case
a shorning for the already-delectable,
and if personal hell is the price
for such pleasure, bring me a double
and tie me fast to weather
yet another season of bodily crisis
and acts-of-god doubt. In a handful
of days already we are changing
each other because we need
and want change. I’ll take your divorce
and raise you four deaths, your near-
paralysis to my near-blindness,
and these daddy issues that threaten
to collapse both our houses. Yes,
the past scars, the future scares us,
but here now the union of spare parts
and untidy ruins and the miracle
of these loosed hearts able
to desire again and again and again.