Curled in your endearment,
struggling to resist,
I let you conduct my electricity
and forge myself
a new oxygen
to breathe.

Something stirred, then,
cloven hooves and parchment paper
wings
that carved my indifference
all over your body
and made me regret
bringing you to life.

But clay has a mind of its own,
and your countenance
is fearsome in the glaring
light of my early sermon.

Keep your sunshine hidden, sweet.
Rhapsody in Blue isn’t strong enough
to make my demons
obey you anymore.