and hard kissing, I swerved into love;
somewhere between a dead end
and a wreck at a hairpin turn.
I wrote exotic poems for her,sang them through a hedge of nettle and wire.
And when she drained my heart pallid
I crumbled comatose for years, for years.
O rose of my chest, bramble of the bones,where love sleeps amid a ruin of brick and leaf—
Bloom in my teeth, pollinate the tongue.
Press your thorns gently to the backs of my eyes!
(From the book Wilderness & Love)