oh, honey darling–
melt out of your sugar-coat shell and let it
crack; honey-butter down your butt crack
i beg you; melt so i can live in it
inside rather than outside that door
and you can live there too; we’ll find each other
muddy and golden, holding each other as fast
as you used to hold your breath;
i want to live inside this river,
find its force fully felt, not flung
into corners shaped out of weird neurotic
configurations; i know you found them once but
baby, they aren’t needed no more!
we’ve got feet for finding floor
and i’ll find you there just as surely as
you found me, in the clear white air;
i know where we’re going because i
live there.