I can not sink into your bed tonight.
I have to go.
My arms have to row.
Your bed is soft. Your face is sweet and your gaze is true.
Your eyes are blue
but mine see through.
Where lies my tarp tonight?
Where lies my sunrise? Where my heart?
There is a ball of fire above your house.
You squirm and coo.
I’m petting you.
But there is a ball of fire inside my chest.
I’m a mirror moon.
You black lagoon.
I’m a birch canoe.
I’m a wind that blew.
I’m a migrating moose
on the prairie, loose.