Only for you will I finish a story
that keeps you on edge, (boundary
holding your ring finger,
watching my hands curve and -

swans on a pond - arms rise presumed, exposed:
and open as in embrace.
Touched? Here are
some air kisses:

Smooch. Smooch.
Before you, the city's dark.
Streets wind labyrin-
thine. Now go home: not only more pointed but

the place in which (I know)
you feel in danger,
for words, fear-full, wound.
I say, Change that. impermanent:)