a quiver of cobras

just as this love
is more than life,
first things are fast,

and last night's honesty

compels me to conquer
belly-dry, puerile hearts
from the new start.

everything repeats,
because we can't let go.

I've been conditioned by fear,
everyone and nothing;
these are the places I've made decisions.

find me,
don't let go of the rope,

for I am real,
and I am here.