You made me. Oh you
made me, so pearled and quaking
I fell down your lava stones
coming to pieces under your blue-black… what

spiked with Southern stars
                    breath of stars
but then — you dumped me
like the Dipper, tossed into the balmy night.

                    Thank God the children wake
                    (I made them), half the world away
                    eyes ablaze with trust.
                    Packed with need, they feed me.

And I made you too.
Those bronze, perfect limbs
your dark mouth rare as game I sucked
until I tasted blood…

You. Cocktail trópico, lure me
to your warm sea.
I thought to pour you on my wounds,
but you bled me.