Tiny Bubbles

I want to factor you into the column of my life

I want to put you on my expense report under the heading,

“fucks like a volcano”

I want to tie you up

in ragged knots

and leave you outside so the wind can have at you

I want to see dirt on your face

the dirtier you are, the more I’ll like it

I want to smell the sea in your hair

this hunger I have for you

extends beyond lust and sex

forget what you know about love

no longer a word

more like a muscle a living thing

that beats hard in the night

it is covered in thorns, the thoughts of birds, and bits of colored glass

When

we lie side by side

surrounded by mountains in winter, we are one

I want to set you free among wildflowers

to silence every honeybee

I want to throw you into the river and watch you

float over the water like a feather

I want to set you free

I want to crawl under the earth

to wait

for you

my mouth full of stones

your name around my neck