I’d like to make you wild enough to paint me into an indigo storm,
throw me overboard and wash me up in the hail of a forbidden shore.
I want you to count the sea shells between my toes and forget
any other than the ten slippery wet ones between your lips.
I’d like to make you laugh at every form and word you’ve ever made
until now, when a wolf is born with eyes like an rising amazon eclipse.
I want to make you rise into the ancient skin you wear in my dreams
and fall into a web of legs and arms, protruding like dancers from a purple flower.
I’d like to sing you into sleep and wake you into truth
with the power of a pre-historic vibration sung with devotion.
I’d like to give you everything, just for an afternoon, a sunrise, a crescent moon, a life
let down the drawbridge and flood the moat with my silliness and lust.
I want to give you something I can never reclaim, nor you forget
even if you want to, even if we tried, even if I wished
we never met.