I loved her entirely:
her too tiny toe-nails,
the freckles on her collar bone
the shifting sorrows of her face-

It made me stupid- this want-
to burrow into her bloodstream
and travel through her veins-
fever bright I stood
on the tallest spires
of my mind
and shook my fist at the sky
jealous of the sun and the wind
and the stars,
all trespassers-
mine, mine,
I shout and then whisper-

So of course it ends:
nobody can bear it
when I get like this,
least of all me,
and I've had twenty years
of practice- so of course
it ends like it began
in a thunderclap
in a burning building
everything in flames
and then, the rain.