soulcraft

you ask me for soulcraft— 
nudes, landscapes, numbered paintings,

a poem: an apiary,
the underside of leaves
abuzz with your resurgence.

please don’t mistake this
for forgiveness.

this this-ness is temporary,
a side-effect of our fond departures
& the sedated restlessness.

you deserve nothing
from me, & yet—

here i am speaking in a tongue
only you know the taste of:
r_______ & a_______ s_____.

no, i won’t give you
the satisfaction.