FULL MOON ON TOP OF A CHAMPAGNE PALM'S TIP

at that instance when
love requires me to beg
i quit
for i don't beg
i don't stoop

i do not undress to
include at the last end
the last covering of my
dignity
if i love i have
to be
intact
whole like a squash
in the field where we both
squander
the seeds of our wrath
our wars