of course i wanted you.
you forest made flesh,
your heart one dark bruise
and kinder than anything
that’s been done to you.
you god. you promised land.
heart the size of paradise
and golden honey.
of course i’m afraid.
there is nothing i have held
without it coming away in blood.
i have a mind like a mousetrap,
savage like whole cities burning.
you tender bird, violet sprig.
your mouth is so soft
my kiss will hurt.
of course i dreamt you.
you impossible boy, you miracle,
look at how the sun is jealous.
it knows: when you want
something badly enough,
you must create it.