stop
my silent heart
can’t you see?
it is not ready
to make love
my greedy hands
are not with us
sparking nerves
along your spine
my teeth
are still clenched
my jaw
my aching jaw
still a vise
grip
slipping on the soul
of another
a wild cry
my raucous screaming
the shudder
still sent down
down, down
my angry, secret kiss
will not be held
my flower
was hers
this Venus
tired of so many
small deaths
sidles from my lungs
gasps
contracts around
the low, base desire
to keep all of her
inside