Startful Stop.

My inner system's all flushed up
and out, and her I stand
surprised.

She's cool, full-stop
and I could give a fuck
for all her daring whys. I stand

or lay here wondering why not?
Or: was she calling mine? My
bluff, my hopes,
my all-for-once:

Her dragonback is drawn
in leaves and twisty roots: no
coffee, please

and no I had
no deft designs
on her, but
simply start and ease.

We let each chart our course:
Slow dance apart at each one's
pace: no recompense. For if love
works

and must be war, I'll bow
my head to glance its blade
with my stiff neck.

Forever
gaze, then lop it off.
Her voice is dulcet
blooms:

no chore.

She
calculates night hard,
but
soft. So musical, this
vunderkind

it could
go

better
undesigned
and
unaloft