Already you are blooming

under the lights

that scalp some.

Havoc is breeding

the central diamond

in your eye of eyes.

The soil's life reaches up

into your fertile web.

Sanctuaries cluster

all around you in a bright

stone-tapped mosaic

where I am

falling over.

I am the swelling

above your ribs,

the tigress heat

that makes tigers.

As the cliff blades

find my fur

my bones

will not let go.