IV

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.

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