Lancelot, In Darkness
After Louise Gluck
I fed the secret anything it asked for,
I wore secret across my chest like fur,
I tried to return secret like Judas with
his coins – no take backs.
You carved the word into trees and
now you cover it in vines. You
behave as if it’s not a part of us.
Once your body peeled open to cradle me.
I sucked a splinter from your thumb and
that was close enough to love.
I can still hear
our bodies rustling against the sheets, shaking thunder from the sky,
and the question of why ringing like a telephone.