New Science

Curiosity was a sin

Can you imagine

The shame of wonder

More dangerous than 

Any other appetite

Because insatiable

Not me! All I want

To do is stare at the sky 

In wonder, ask you 

Endless questions. 

Prove to me what 

You can do with this 

Insatiable queer lust

Your World

Traces fingers across the nearest plywood slat,

leaves a hand between two,

the temple door never snaps shut.

Before that the gauzy shell, clammy inside,

iridescent as the a/c kicks in.

Later the mattress, dropped,

then the side slats lowered,

then nothing at all,

and then the unknowable expanse of our queen,

whilst we make buddha bowls downstairs,

listening to Fiona Apple,

yes that's what happened to us,

as you extended outwards,

made a break for it

through so many layers of comfort.