Ixodes ricinus

pulse-push & sweet. the becoming place.
all over. all all over. the world is warm
& pink & delicious. the creases &
the folds. let us get lost in the water.
let us drink ourselves dead. a search
on the surface. my lover, i may not
return but i will have gone out as
fat as mars. red on the inside. 
the tall grass grows on the chest
of a great sleeping dog. the green.
the straw. the thrash. find your own
luscious places. bury your head &
think of me as you consume. fear has
a flavor & it is metallic. i have 
swallowed so much. how many times can
we do this game? how many times 
can we return after stealing
the essences of other bodies? 
do you feel the pounding like i do?
the heart, somehow inside you now?
a knocking planet-- all over all over.
fabric folding-- the hem-- the hands.
i like behind the ears or the knees.
a quiet place. a quiet purple place.
think of me, darling, think of me full.
imagine the surface of my body as
taut as a blueberry, my teeth 
crusting over from the sugar.  
i wait till the monster sleeps.
till there is a current of quiet--
a caress to be made. parasitiformes:
the guilty children. engorged & 
limping away. as i drift off here i 
wish the same for you. i wish 
ripe pink body. un-stirring &
willing. the flow of juice 
from the mouth as you let go.
oh i can see you now. sleep
with me then in amber. the tall
tall tall grass. the trash.
come back. come back.