as how trees love
fire or the fly
the spider / there was
always a ferocity to
my love that devoured
me / taught me to feast
on understandings
and intimacies, on
slow honey time / ferocity
taught me to fast
and scheme / to live
for and by devouring
others, so I could be with
my homunculi of them
always / and it took too
many too-lates to realize
I needed eyes besides
those in frenzy's
mirrored shield /
reach up to chisel
eyes out of the galaxy
of self, to see and learn
to weep and trust and
mean / and break /
and build new eyes of
pain and stardust and
belief / for knowing is a
path and not a map /
and to see power in
those enmeshing ties
that make us / and
by buzzing in their
bonds, accepting their
spark, to try to change
the way the world
knows itself / for hope
can only be a practice
not a state /
from August. Happy Valentine' Day!