Like a Dart Bound for my Belly
Like a Dart Bound for my Belly
If I had avoided you like a dart
bound for my belly and undressing me
of any other seed, ah, If I had avoided you.
I would be healthy, entire from the thought to the step.
But I wouldn’t have this thirst for driving you out
the love from the den where you bandage it up with days
and wean its desire with one only bone.