You’re my body in the wild,
The sigh before sleep and
The flash before epiphany.
A crop I can’t cultivate and
a body of text I couldn’t translate
Nor deign to imitate, inflate and footnote.
A perturbing thrusting,
thrusting of one onto another,
A conversation of expulsion framed desire.
Possessive verbs drift into a
Delirium of non sequitur pangs
And an envy with roots as lost as Latin.
Everything is masked; made forbidden,
Once uncloaked, all is nonsense and assailed,
Drowned in derision.