You rumble through the blue of me,
a dense dark cloud,
turn hope to fear, with just a glance.
You think nothing of trampling daisies,
crushing spiders underfoot.
Your loving’s all having, all showy blooms,
no leaves or roots.
When you kiss me
it’s with your blue eyes open, though
they’re the only parts of you not closed.
You soak me up, my light and shade,
draw my breath like mist,
from lungs as flat and thin
as dying butterflies.
You burn cold like liquid nitrogen,
suck me in, asphyxiate.
And when you have me all,
the bones and bare of me, what then?
Will I find myself in your exhale,
the washed out sky of me?