DEAR

DEAR

Ah, my demented dear,
the spot where your
venom entered me
feels like it has
been struck by
a burning coal
of white phosphorus

our pain is our own ultimately
our pleasure too

but the force that created you
whether it is my channeling of it
or it has burrowed,
somehow
   connived its way
into my system

is one with the spirit of all
that this fimds itself expressed as
every manufacture
it now does open itself to

our bodies shape-shifting
at points
     together
in some kind of deeply odd
resonance rather

than harmony

no, not harmony

my dear, my demon, my
demented dear

BEYOND (YOUR) EMBRACE

BEYOND (YOUR) EMBRACE no melding tonite your mind closing like an anxious wound infection, infiltration, metaphors of sickness seep still into the body politic have done so, I am afraid, since the beginning of time but the risk, you tell me, the danger sheer danger of reaching out whatever the payoff, whatever heaven in that yield risk run (you calculate) is catastrophic better to err on the side of hate