take what you willhere,take what you will4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
press on my temples and watch
bronze turn to milk beneath your
wait until morning and ask me then
to walk on stones turned belly-up
by the breeze
barefoot, so that red beehives
pattern my feet.
push gilded grapes between my lips,
let your hands fold origami
over my throat to ease me
into someplace else:
hypnotism at its finest.