i am bottled in infatuated neuroticism,
a deformed acrobatic monster
in the luxurious deep-green
darkness of childlike ecstasy.

i recovered a long dissolving
hope, fretful, overcome by a need
to confess; careless affection
entangled in disowned situations.

these stretches of dark fickleness
are an unreality that shows in the rain.

you are metallic spaces quilted
with dark spillways of clouds,
memories pressed through burlap;
your bent arms slicing the air,
pretending to love.