aayoungmy desire becomes primitive
when i consider the way
loving him is more than emotion
it is biological
chemical
our own space on the periodic table
elemental
i want him
with the parts of me that desire
to nurse children
eat meat
wear fur
find warmth in firelight
especially when
i am beneath him
skin wet
my hands in his beard
watching the muscles ripple
from his shoulders
down his arms
certain
i could remain there
until the next ice age
they crossed his bed
deep
in the devil’s night
fire light
at a wet cincinnati intersection
filled with red flashes
and sirens wailing
through a balmy autumn mist
he ran his hands through her hair
down her back and thighs
upon skin so smooth
he shuddered
as he entered her
she
pulling bobby pins
from her twist
tossing them onto his floor
proclaiming she planned to leave them there
he vowed to respect their place
for the rest of his life
then laughter came
as they pulsed together
bracing the headboard
into i love yous
notions of china patterns
the calendar correct
for bassinets
and wearing white
he fears me
as one should
all things
pacing with teeth
we only made it through p
in the leather bound black book
the
this is your life encyclopedia
petting zoos, plumbing, poetry, and portuguese
but i don’t give a fuck
about history or histrionics
i know whom i love
i know who has loved me
and i’m ready to be killed
right after
we cover
q through z