Love Poem

If it bleeds we'll eat it. If it
comes out at night,a chalice of its eyes,
we'll know where to find it
by the glow of our saliva.
Our dogs harmonize greed,& make it
a throbbing ritual we must chase-
I wanted you in a forest thick
with buildings,astride a busted elevator
-people still got on/got off. We move
ourselves. Most often at night.
We walk out -& there's a kitchen!,&
we know the word for it
but we don't need it.
We forget why we emerged
from the endless branches of sleep.
Some ambulance sends us back to bed
to watch the shadows mount
you/our partner/and then release
the vagaries of desire so exactly
we are forced to do whatevers next
(a forlorn dream of you breathing
in a field we've never seen
where each knot of grass has been
pierced with sunlights footprint.)

Tomorrow,in the morning,
let's buy a picture of it
to replace the real,disquietening thing.