Beauty enslaves on contact.
I do not know how to hold all the beauty and sorrow of my life.
come or go but don’t just stand there in the doorway
you’re just an erotic hallucination
may you crack before I do.
smelling the flowers pressed against her neck
Memory is the gravity of the mind
Stare as long as you need to
She had her own fantasies to wait for
Chaos is endless longing — God’s pussycat.