ONE
the sound and chaos
coming from your thund’rous hands
leaves me wondering
TWO
when words collide so
madly the fury expands
like toxic rivers
THREE
when salmon travel
to spawning grounds they fear your
fingers’ underlings
FOUR
when verses conjure
memories of inflection
bones fill with shivers
FIVE
muscle instinct is
such a tremendous deathbed
on which tempting rests
SIX
alone is sickly
when passions intercept logic
and toss it away
SEVEN
my fingers now clench
mangos in madness but still
as they did your breasts
EIGHT
my knuckles crinkle
and grind themselves to the bone
as clouds above sway
NINE
stellar swirls above
tell us its time for goodnight
but i’m not weary
TEN
shadows in windows
haunt my boyhood as the streets
close the deadly gap
ELEVEN
when suitors come to
take your hand in September
i recall fury
TWELVE
i shall break the trees
under which we lied kissing
and bleed out the sap
THIRTEEN
the multitude weeps
for sugar fresh from the cane
but its mouth stays dry
FOURTEEN
the significance
of such unquenchable thirst
leaves such things to die
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