This Craving and this Me
where did it come from?
How so amber? When did it alight on the cup handle?
When on the strap of your petticoat?
And me where did I stumble
as you smiled?
Where in your voice
did I lose myself?
when did it arrive and why so turquoise
to first circle your navel
and then examine where my lips have been?
something must have happened or not
for you to reject the past
ward off your ancestors
the hollow words
tired phrases tattered lines and pompous voices
this flower this craving and this me?