i saw you spin: pause once pause twice pause t(h)rice;
too fast you went for me to catch my love,
from that from then was dizzy as a dove
dipping low as sister hawk after (her) mice.
heads up! head down to draw upon that straw:
i’m sorry, love, these teeth were in my mouth
before we met before i knew that south
could be as warm as italy or dawn.
right now. who needs prepare to subjugate?!
i give you my self-portrait: you say: look:
it’s fawn meets wolf. it’s sex meets book.
it’s love, love, it’s all, it’s not too late:
then push and pull took on “self loved self-hate”:
dead on. my god. i won. you fucked me straight.