want

i
wanted
bald blaze
and true and
running through mud in
good shoes because there was
rain and who
can resist petrichor and why
would they and how sweet.

dark comes.

i
want
unspeakable.

i
want
split figs and
nightmares to share and
that sweater stitched of sticky
spider web.  i want that horror on my shoulders

on my back.

and make me a necklace
from your second teeth, and
give me your hair for the locket
capture your sweat in a small glass phial
and give it to me to drink. your tears are
no good.  give me the salt of exertion. 

i
want
slam.

and in turn, i will crush
violet petals under my heel and then
spit into that pretty pretty pulp,
and you will tattoo beg
from that ink into your sacred
skin.

i want to set fire
to your love.