FULL MOON ON TOP OF A CHAMPAGNE PALM'S TIP

the animal in us
can be tamed, like
dogs in the house,
man can be
domesticated,
we have learned
how chains fetter,
how narrow alleys
choke our throats,
how our lower tastes
sometimes demean us,
how our choices
make us feel too small
like nits, or sluts,
fruitflies to rotten
sweetness,
parasites of our
precious flesh, wasted,
to cheap lusts,

this animal in me
writes. I am transcending
what cannot be written.
I am not good, but i
am trying to be,
one good animal that
you can tame,
a dog thankful to you
my master as
you touch my head
and caress my body,
as you let me walk beside
you, a friend to
a god, an ally to
an imperative.