XXI
MY COVER OF MARIAH CAREY’S “HONEY"

Moonlight feels me rippling on its surface…
Your legs have tried to keep 
up with my talk, your hands 
with my eyes, your tongue 
has tasted what I hear 
in my dream that I have 
every Thursday night…
Listen to this: a reddish barn,
with one lonely cow, 
my heart, the sounds of somebody thinking 
sad thoughts about a river back home…
My love for you 
is like a honey-smeared clown 
bound and gagged 
on top of an anthill…
Your dream is listening 
to what I say…