Barred behind my own inverted flesh
with a string of blushing coral
branching from fruitful spider veins,
I stroke my eyelids, for fear of
embracing such ignominy--
I cower from my desperation
and confine in an empowered stream
of hopelessness--
Molting my brindled eyesight and
fresh, in bloom cobalt
facial compression
disheartens me--

I want him,
I need all of them--