If you are not careful I’ll give you
Awakenings in watercolour,
The damaged fire of the frescoes,
And sacred cloths in spattered oils.
I’ll give you streets of pastel stone
Wilting in the blood-hot sun.
I’ll give you naked bronze black with poems,
Lips tense with contorted spells.
If you are not careful
I will love you like a blasphemy.
I’ll peel back your red skin
And dance with you up close
Against the heat of your dreams.