your lap where all my
dreams are met
where your rose water
moves you in circles
of delirium.
Where you push
back against me
where my boy-
hood got mixed up
with life.
The sky outside
is crying again
as tomorrows
weeping children
lean out of the shadows
of brutality.
Episodes of you -
battalions
of you engulf me
wave after wave
like
medieval battles
hand to
hand.
And you defeat
me
push your
lance right
through my
heart
and now I
look up
my
head in your
lap –
defeated in love.
