Every beauty barbed, from the tiniest mites
Beading the Spanish
Moss in a drapery of bites
To these dark lawns aquiver with itches.
The night buzzes
And pops like a power surge
Through a fluorescent tube. Unmoving
I listen, nightlong
Your body a dear distance
Of sighs beside me. I have married
Plighted my troth to its scurry
And sting. I wear like a ring the horizon’s
Compass of un-
Hygrometer, whelk, frangipani.
I mouth each strange
Name as a succulent
Vow to love what I will never tame.
Wake, Sweet, and see
Florida tossing my forever bouquet:
In the hurricane blow from the gulf coast
The alligator flag
Fans its bracts, the ghostpalm ghosts.