Sex
What if the tree grows crooked?
Is it a mockery of the light?
It is the heart choked in us
that pounds through life,
also at night
I saw you sleeping, mouth half-open
The world went soft around the edges
I wanted to wake you, wanted to take you
But waited a little, messed around only a little
waiting for goosebumps to prickle
Your hand was warm
Your breath grew faster
And the tree on the cliff began to grow
casting shade, hungering light
This is sex — you back on my skin
This is sex — the world moving in
This is sex — I need to own you
This is sex — but don't want to push through
This is sex — the tree on the cliff
This is sex — a way through the split
This is sex — the drop, the high
This is sex — until it's time
