above
my gaze fiddles with vermilioned-anger
once you're unbuttoned, it says
it is easy, until
red fog explodes before the eyes, until
the hand slips, until
the collar bursts
but inside: only fluff feathering
eye abrasion feelings worn out
As you say, say, it is unseemly
to pretend, how? when you know
that I cannot help it, that my
gaze stabs into a love nest every time
full of hornets
