YOU are very precise
in your movements,
and WILL not make a single
mistake in the surgery of the
cupid's bow resting underneath
the part of me that breathes to
ARRANGE a face. you are precarious,
and you are close, stark against the
glow in the dark stars your bedroom,
and you take ME by the fullness, the supple
and with your doctor's tongue and a STRANGELY
angled chin, the bow meets the spearhead,
and WITH TIME, an arrow is drawn across our canvas.