Mox Nix

I want to find a place
with tall sunflowers
and only one sun, because that is enough.
I want you to know, sir,
that I like a man who enjoys a good meal
and speaks in polysyllables.
I want you to know, lady,
that your olive skin makes me crave the stars, oceans, highways--
I feel a little faint when you move, like shifting earth.

But here is the thing,
the reason I can never find a home
and why I dream constantly every night of
black roses
and heavy doors with steel rings that cannot fly.
The thing is:
I don't want you to fuck me,
and I don't want to fuck you.

I just realized this while watching a field of corn stalks burn.
Sir, I love you so much
that I would mark your books with years from my own life.
Lady, I love you so much
that I would grow blooms, or feathers, or anything that might please you
even for a minute.

But, mox nix.
Here I stay, in space,
where there is only one sun
but endless endless endless
time
and darkness.
_____

for this.