your dark matter debt
leverages
my midden histories
strewn leaves and limbs
and the invisible spunk
laundered
vikings have landed
at nightfall looking for lights
kamikaze pricks
ready to roll over
or die
(such is the life of the lover
who hesitates
and can't face up to your
burnings)
come away with me
unpremeditated
whore of the highlands
finger the darkness
accruing