sometimes i think i am a moat
surrounding you with a dull life foam
and then i realize i am a
hurricane of love
limp
in your blue water
i want to be a lagoon
of fevered green ecstasy
not waves, really
or any other mess of water
just a moment of ferment, fervent
perfect and fecund
devilishly kind flowers blossoming
while it happens
and my fire could never be squelched
by your dire strings of reason
dying, drying everything
while i lay back
in my sick swamp as the arrows
stack into me
you report nothing
from your long beach chair
impossible glutton
of harmlessness
thus fraudulent and gorgeous
adulterous laughter appears
from nowhere, everywhere
let us laugh
let us
wait for your emotion to
appear, let us
know
know how good pink looks
alongside green
in this inevitable sequence of events
