Our love is on and off
NEPA, no generators
You blow me hot
I burn you cold
Fire on water
The Universe’s secret joke
I sweat for you in winter
An anomaly, own-made
My erection
Killing me pleasurable
Your hips, their sway
Dying me blissful
Music, your breasts hum
Mockery to me appears
When more than my eyes purvey
This love is hate
When it blushes
For emotion is a painter
And I, in Father’s image
A jealous god
