And Me
Naked for you, beneath
some moon somewhere, which sounds
like an ending, unless you begin
with it. White as a page, as a unicorn’s
horn, some skin—all of mine. So stare
down—star-down is how I want to lay
with you. Come further up. Go
further in. Night is falling with us.
Night, the witch’s sweet-tooth craving—
she can’t stop biting it, can’t stop licking
out the hours. Don’t think about that
just now. Don’t watch her. Watch me.
Feature Image: Two Nudes in a Forest, Frida Kahlo 1939