Come. Come quicker. All in one exhale. All
in the space of a breathe. So much time with
nothing but hunger. I’m a willow, tall
and lean, but without roots. Without the myth
of roots. Come. Come quickly. I will wait, sprawl
on the bed, drunk with new hunger for you.
Drunk with risk and possibilities, all
that makes life worth the pain. I want some new
risks; give me danger. Come now. Come with speed.
Come with a shout, a whimper. Come with greed,
with want, come to me to feed your loathsome
passions, each rotten wish. Come bare, honeyed,
brilliant. Come in joy, in rage, in frenzied
need, in ecstasy. Come, love. Please, just come.