it is deep in my shallow veins,
running around me in worthless circles,
dancing, hunting,
waiting to leap out and surface
where it can stain and meet my tongue.
it starts over again and it keeps going:
it goes on in a wonderful frenzy,
trying when i've given up.
it is beautiful and haunting and wears
a black dress-no, a tie,
and seduces, catches
but never destructs.