I want to
eat the heart of you
and now I want to
cry myself to sleep

Because of you
I’m right,
and you are not
but perhaps it’s me

I want to 
eat your cat
what do you think
of that

she’s cute
and for a shaker 
of salt and catsup
a meal divine

Did you know 
I hunt at night?
Did you know
I’m feral?

I am wild 
imaginings slant
bent my black
apparel

I want to
run naked in
your arms 
feel every mystery

damp forest fatigues
your office clothes.
small desk, phone
and how we

screamed to know
more than
the times allowed
in a minute and three

feral, wild, and free
little creatures
praying for time
praying for rain

where water rests
my mind not quite 
sound, throw a line
plumb it down

then rolling 360
in my bad ass haul
ask me if
I really give a fuck

my darling take 
your devotional
take the Quran
type an answer 

and hit send
I want to cool you
and talk with you
and smooth you

into love again
no
not no not arrogant
but asking

It’s me!  It’s me!
manic and nasty
with 2 balls
in the net

stopping up
the plumb line
reaching to
my depth