too much wanting make a young boy sleep bad with the wolves

in distance
a one or a two (things)
grows/grow
which dance like a rain god and squirm like a wiggle worm
and both may love the other but the other loves not both


like two question marks dropped on their heads, linking
to become (what would it become--??)
but who is really one?
a heart too, pumps in halves
and the veins, blue,
but the body warm and alive
and i want you

cus here in my room
naked like a dog
cold as a penguin
burning like a kettle
i feel everything, want to suck the world's tit
lick the syrup from the fingers of the trees
sing the song of someone's heart, someone's question marks
fingering the cobwebs of a soul
...living a life with details
the exquisite
a yawn in bed before the lights go out.