Exercise after Francesca

Came in out of the night,
ringing round and round.
Foolish, preoccupied and
uninteresting. Formal, stiff

but, there was love. But,
it made its way through tunnels-
my mole, my cavern over and over
when nothing shuts it up.

I don’t want to hear your name
again and I won’t want to think
that way so, plunge as a blade
through the rapturous streets

In the hopes that never again will we be
alone.