With Your Name On My Mouth And

In Love, You Have Loosened Yourself Like Seawater

To Love Is To Tilt With The Lightning, Two Bodies Routed By A Single Honey's Sweet.

I Don't Want To Go On Being A Root In The Dark, Vacillating, Stretched Out, Shivering With Sleep, Downward, In The Soaked Guts Of The Earth, Absorbing And Thinking, Eating Each Day.

Look Around—there's Only One Thing Of Danger For You Here—poetry.

Love Is A War Of Lightning, And Two Bodies Ruined By A Single Sweetness.