She

She was a soul-renewing

gift from the universe

straight to my

earthbound experience

She was a newly hatched maggot

writhing under my skin

devouring life as she met it

in my most delicate places

She was unimaginable 

pen-to-poet contours deformed shadows

      Of a touch

      Of a whisper

She hurried in like hunger

and stayed like an unbreakable fast

regardless of how I feel, I was never 

      sated.

She snuck in like mist

and lingered like a rolling monsoon

regardless of the dreams I wanted to bloom-

I flooded

She was better from a distance

She was the put of napping kitten

and the mystery of the sound

Slick red nails sliding on slate

and the desperate need for it to end

She was gone before I was ready

and echoed the sound of mostly

never knowing her

at all.