I will never settle for a human who
treats me
As if I am not worthy of humanity
Of explanation of the kindness of
words
There is an inferno level of segregation
From face to face, from telephone,
to email or digital typeface
Doing the distance business of
truncation
As if what we shared cannot be set
out into the open
Throbbing raw and given a warrior’s
death
Slay the beast in blood gushing in
the street for watchers
No back alley sniper shot
No Ebola cough transfer latent
malignancy
No denial of the glory
Give me the arching open of love’s
courage
To crack ribs and trade spare parts
Leave that given to a refuse curb
No I want to return the goods in
person
Tainted by the spirit of love’s
celestial damnation
Of all born to die
I want the raw passionate pain
Of witnessing you witnessing the
acts
This is the audacity of love’s
barter
Without we are reptiles fornicating
in the darkness
Souls alive in the fire of this
market
Burning down; the easy hurts more
than the out
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