Killer Tiff

you sleep hard and deep
your face is sweetly grinding granite
while I tune my ears to the first birds
of spring; singing tears rarely do justice.
we reached out to one another in the night
and it is encouraging we can be so in love
to want to smell one another so specifically,
so sensually -- all the while we go crazy.

and don't hit me, love me!
and definitely don't hit me while I'm driving
unless you're looking for the swiftest way
to kill people beyond ourselves.
neither of us wants this
even as we attempt to take one another out.

I want to hold you all of the time --
no, for all time! so, don't jump out of cars
don't walk ledges of high buildings
don't pull wool over your eyes, because
you won't pull it over mine -- eyes

have seen the glory
and you are my promised land.
the soil of your sex is a complex country
any protest is only my own thick skull
you have lifted my spirits higher than Olympus
I want you to take me there again and again.

we need to think hard and long
before we stop living in sin
how sweet and painful it is!
I will keep my mouth shut
when I'm not kissing your breasts
or am a suckling to your sweet, sweet lips --

no more arguing.
no more talk, talk, talk.