A mid-October Menace, But So What

I had something raw in my hands

like clay

like the edge of your shirt

like your hair in my fingers

like love

Words in my ears

i wanted more

but fear like stage fright

and claws in my chest

and a fool’s desire

stole my breath

You’re intense you’re on fire

you’re in front of me

you’ll burn me

you’re perfect

you’re a demon too big for the room

you’re my poem

don’t disappear