i want no more of this
teetering on some precipice
bound and gagged
love
like trying at resuscitation in chocolate syrup

i am no longer
dumb-struck desire
dancing through film reels
all tight jeans
and full laughter of too many hands

i won't pause or turn
hesitate as i go
the light toward home
of your roadside, now
silent

i'd rather play at reflections
in razors edges
and scream my noiseless name
onto a once drunk map
in bones