the twirling trilling thing

the string of cupids bow

to putter and purse and pout

round and shot-through

call me your girl and i’ll kill you

 

spin you pomegranate deer willow tree canary

fawn and flutter and falsetto

the joys of it, the delights, the desire

the pains, but the delicate pains, noble pains

tidy silly-simple fear, rage only as insanity

the right part, gowned and pliant, in three four time

the lady never leads

crossed at the ankles, folded at the knees

get thee to a nightfall

smooth the silhouette, return the rib to sender

misplaced luck, god’s gifts aching

they see form in the day

but it’s just you in the dark

 

studies show it’s better to wait

prove yourself wrong one day

mothered by the sidewalk

born to the curl behind his ear

affairs with orion and the kitchen shears

call me your girl or i’ll kill you