There is
a red ribbon
of liquid
flowing
so quickly
just behind
your head.
Or is it
a bolide
in the back
of your head?
You can’t see it
but there it is.
Love now
as if it were
the only food,
as if you
are falling
and love
is a rope.
A tiny
red river
of fire
going
going . . .
.
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