“A combination of both witch and ghost, perhaps.”

“barethreaded, I shall give myself to you in the night with all that I have: wild birds and wild fruit, fire and prayers, and the holes burnt into the back of my lawn chemise; o, I shall give myself to you in velvet and in silks, in nuptial voile, in organdy of the boudoir — I shall give myself to you in all my wealth, in all my Eden, proscribed though it may be, profane from all the copper and the honey; I shall give myself to you in blood, lip to lip communing flesh, the wafers I’ve cut holy from the soft of my thigh. utterly I shall give, sparing no frail bone, no alm; it is all yours, all for you, this summer I’ve for so long harboured in the small of my spine.”

“I have loved you fast and hard and like the bright of a comet, the strong of the earth: now I am loving you fiercer, with a flame that surges from deep in the well, an angel rising, shaking dusk from its’ skin — my wolf, forgive me. in this country of words I always meet you in such summery places and never at night, never when the time is yours, winter with the full moon bared, a banquet of bones; I always meet you in the hour of poets, with its’ weather like silk, treacherous because it does not let you feel the life it takes. am I a vampire—? perhaps: in me the soul alone is volucrine. the rest is all your selfsame, shrouded in firs: my love and heart are carnivores. forgive me. I was born two-handed: dexter or sinister, it doesn’t matter which. I’ll always want everything; I’ll always reach for it. I’ll always want you down to your sinews: I’ll always teeth for it. am I unsightly? in this country of words, we are always painted red. I’ll walk to you through sleet, when it comes down like a breathbeat — I’ll walk to you barefoot, burn cold with it; I’ll meet you in your city, in the strange, wild green of it.”

The women I love seep into my dreams. The heart charms

Once by mistake she tore a map in half. She taped it back, but crookedly. Now all the roads ended in water. There were mountains right next to her hometown. Wouldn’t that be nice if it were true? I’d tear a map and be right next to you.