Love and Murder
In sweet machine, my finger runs a lonely mouse
in pain, letters that wound, cellular phone that
burn seashells, shores, and sails,
I would want a murder.
Lovely sheets float in my air, your soul, your mind
Dying waves, uncanny smile, falling stars, and
sleepless night in love, knife, murk and candle,
I would love a murder.
A kiss in white and black, never mark in red.
A pale moonlight;
A voice unearthed;
An unfair breathed, I would love to murder.