When it nests in your core, catches
Your inner eye, gooses your heart,
Gleams like a redeeming thing,
Don’t love it.

When it feels like heaven in your hands,
Bathes your mind with the scent
Of a still undiscovered wildflower,
Forget it.

When it kisses you, turn away.
When it asks for you, don’t answer.
When it croons, moans, whimpers,
Don’t admit it.

Should it curve along your hips
The way your hips have always hoped,
Should it fit nicely into your rib cage,
Cut it out.

If it has borne you, dismount.
If it accommodates, move out.
If it comes to bless you (no-brainer)—
Damn it.

But when it blazes up in a field
You’re speeding by too fast to see clearly,
To stop at or ever find again, go ahead:
Want that.