—for Dave Lucas

for who would kiss
          fire welcome

a blow on the nose
          bloodrush & spun

honey & spice who
          would swallow gold

knives that cut
          loose the tethers

but one who knew
          a life of binds

of loss’s end
          less costs & labors

so take this velvet
          knock of oak & butter

scotch & hold
          the tongue

of flaming angels
          tight inside

one’s own mouth
          & not let loose

until the wings widen
          until the blessed

wound warms
          a finish sweet

& strong
          neat & so longing