Tonight I become the solitary bull,
the defiance of foam.
Above the nearness of your bone,
I am an invariable flame of necessity.
The hours become my bottomless appetite,
my blood a devouring wind.
I gouge shadows from the hollow of your body,
and scatter the spiders of your waist.
I topple bones and floods and a frenzy of insects,
the way the bull breaks the corners of its hold.