Start with the ground giving our skin
back to us in the presence of evergreens.
Invert complements. Revert them back.
Invert them again. What choreography
will our syllables borrow then?
Love is a body. Love is a disease.
Love is a monster, our cheeks
scraped iron bars. Love gives our skin
back to the ground.
There is always a loose end
I can tie you up with; you’