I Think You Should Talk to Me....

                

I'm sorry to be an almodavar film

i'm sorry i am winter trees

that don't know what to do

with a sudden valentine. a cardinal.

he flits from branch to branch.

and they (being trees)

say mutely. stupidly:

"look, he is our heart."

poor hopeless trees. to be inhabited

so briefly. chiefly.

by ecstasy. its red thrum.

i'm writing something

on your stomach with my finger

all the time. did you feel that?

just now did it tickle?

yes. insane. but what's

at the root of the world?

not silence. this.

of that i'm sure.

some fast furious talking

spirit gathering things.

i want to talk with you

again. i want inside.

there are things i want

to put in you. a whisper

i keep only for this time.

you have me buffaloed for sure

you circle like the sioux.

genghis speak to me!

no one will know except my heart

and its army of millions.

who marshal only for you.

dear commandant. kill us

or take us through.

it's no matter now.

we are soliders. enlisted.

stuck here by honor's immoral glue.