Dangerous, is the smiling face of desire.
Have we not always known of this visit?
Betwixt between the vagaries of when
we first met, eye to eye, too curious.
It isn't dangerous that I'm handcuffed
driving through this wide wide state on a bus,
the danger is unbound, furious,
inviolate, the blossom of chaos,
Zen, to your selfish, lonely inquisitor.
Are we not the old matchbook, struck to fire?
Rouge not, dear girl, and no more careful bangs.
I promise you darkness, and blinding sun.
first published in the anthology Devouring the Green (Jaded Ibis, 2015)