Never trust a man who howls at you like a wolf
without treating you like the moon.
Mine would be a great death
My sins would glow like ancient jewels
with the delicious iridescence of venom
Aromas of all kinds would flower from my grave
teenage versions of my greatest joys
my secret words of sorrow
Maybe someone will say that I was loyal or good
but only you will remember
the way I looked into your eyes.