avail yourself, gentle miscreant

wine 

pours 

down 

the

throat:

beneath what this body showed you

cream conscience distills

to a flinch,

long hands burrow in the dirt

 

i can control my

  anatomy my anatomy

can control my

  thoughts my

indefinite whose are you

in no abyss

for him and not for me

so ruffled inside the downy sanctuary

of genius, i am no stranger