You would have me see my sin and fly from it.

But Constance wrapped in grass
creates distraction
dancing in the yard
dripping dew
so that being a worm
is not so bad.

I would have you safe in my pocket.

But just your coming near
cover disappears
running from this shame
falling down
so that making you mine
is not so good.

We would both havenothave what is (not) so

But gods often collide
constantly riding
shining at the black
slipping hands
so that being as one
is not so.