Sure, I'll Take Your Wrist Out To Dinner.

Sure, I'll take your wrist to dinner.

How slender you are my dear - Eat this –
Eat this bloody Rawr.

We can’t see the moon tonight
but, I know your stare:

give me wine give me genesis
give me how many drug stores it takes.

I will light lanterns along the way – I will light 
this table this building this heart.

How primitive each match - buff their chests out - 
These big bad wolves hairy and full of fiery - 

I promised you sight after all, didn’t I?
These hands - I wash and wash and wash. The mole grows

ever fat like the moon - watches me from its lowly crack in my palm.
You say recently: We are dark here still on this map –

 while you were talking in the literal –
Turn on the fucking light will you -