teach me, saint peter
of the golden hair and willing mouth
take from me
the longing for dignity
and all we be well
i am so hemmed in by responsibility
i am waiting here for a prize
for being so good and so sleepless
and so juiceless and over
and over again i've told myself
no prize is coming
so let me give in
let me give out and lay
down and love
and not in the abstract by under
the contract of fire
let me lust and burn and
learn to suck anything from everything
the desire raising every hair
and fueling all my capillaries
is the angel, not the demon