I have an unwarranted tenderness for you,
for your heart and happiness -
and you, telling stories about wolves,
all I can imagine is being eaten alive.
These girls are all jackals -
you know it too, the way they talk
and bare their teeth.
All I can do is lay here listening
to the rain pounding on the fire escape
and wish that you were here to listen with me.
I have loved little bits of you - tiny pieces
You said, “I want to do with you
what spring does with the cherry trees.”
and I nodded and told you “I like my body when it’s with your body.”
You make it seem as if my body has never been afraid of anything.