Some nights I dream of a stupid lover
Someone who would look upon my body and see
Not a conduit
To seas of his own imagining but
An envelope
My mortal coil
All I'll ever have be
And there would be veneration apace
I'd give, too
See, the poet's eye is fine and mad
As is his hand, and bad
But his becoming? Bigger than this body
No sea I
Though green and gleaming
Jellyfish aquiver in a saltwater puddle
Spread and spreading
Limbs akimbo with want
For you, my stupid lover,
To seize
