Afraid of Treasure, on the Other-Side

kick along your shoals
it isn't the way you lose control
isn't in the way you hold me against the wall
but in the way your syllables catch and hook me
like gossamer wire, spindled, thick.

know about your bubbles, bubbles
pop aloud for me, and that's appreciated.
parallel my trunks and boxes, full, of sticky journals
and there between, writhes the tricky-blowback.
it is a wonder, it is a nightmare that i possess
that all of these, the gilded embrace, the sound word,
that all of these are paper-thin and i am so
aflame.
you too, are not the cooling that i sought.
a dancing spark, a trickling smelt, my lovely.
firefly.