You with the Crack Running Through You

I can seep in, I can dry clear.

And yes it would still be there.

And no I couldn't hold you forever.

But isn't it drafty at night,

alone in that canyon

with the wind of the mind

dragging its debris—

I wanted to put

my mouth on you

and draw out whatever toxin...

—but I understand. There are limits

to love. Here is a flower

that needs no water.

It can grow anywhere,

nourished on nothing.

And yes.