I, subject—

swoon
swelter

(s)
wallow

traits, like Water.

I want to
feel
the warm,
hot Breath of your ancestors.

Maestro, cultivate myself.

I am Singular,
accuse me—cast
a Circle
around my skin-canvas:

in

m e.

cull me,
calm me,
steal my words,
with your Generation stick—tepid
on the coattails of your Thirst.

Maestro, I need.