Falling in love

All day long I think 

of you 

and your hidden cavities

of you 

and dreams gone haywire 

of you, 

fast asleep off Rue Pascal 

of you 

as the incubus of mine tears into you 

of you

as I finally get off and let go

of it 

of you

as they fire the first round.

4 a.m., Monday 29, 2000