To you I give away my reins, I stall
my boiling blood. Breath leaves in quiet
exhalations, fury like a tide recedes.
Your waxing light I so desire, and yet
autonomous contempt remains within
my heart, unquelled and dissonant. For what?
For flowers in the daily Spring? The moon
lit kiss? I will do what you want me to do,
and so cut down awareness too acute.