guts

In the city
I'll take you
against the glass walls of money
in the alley between immigrant conglomerates
at the bottom of the pit where death had her way

In the jungle
you can have me
under raining leaves feeding their trees
on the backs of tigers tearing their meat
in the murky river
between piranha teeth

in the desert
we can wrestle
camouflaged by dunes
while angel mites meet us to drink
within the roots of dying palms
where lizards kiss tongue to tail
in a mirage
with chocolate that never melts
and our sunburns taste like freckles

in the mountains
you can watch me
as I melt snow with my breathe
carve out caves with my grip
my forever hair
tangled
in the nettled pines

And I will feel your eyes
like two black moons
leading me on the path
calling me to howl