Calypso

I want to stand at the edge of the universe
the red-black calypso
waiting-always-waiting
where words can be so sharply tasted and
morphine tar is only
one
step
behind
I want to breathe, to scream, and drink as the world
falls apart apart apart
and know
your hands on my stomach
chin on my shoulder
ten fingers tightly twined
I am safe
I am bright and beloved
I am yours
as all other things crackle and
die