Transfiguratively I promoted celibacy & enthusiasm,
I gave you the swamp water you had asked me for,
when isolation had your tongue.
Fluidity of speech is not equivalent
to fluidity of thought;
With intent, I love you.
But I won’t succumb to your demands.
File, order, place into jars with colored caps
and masking tape,
So many reasons to communicate with you this way,
although I cannot see you reading all my dreams
You gouged my heart,
pried apart the scab wound from its flesh adhesive.
Then you fail to understand why I am this way with you,
Do you have no compassion;
are you so self-
you can’t see?