day 18: lawnside

Sucking in and biting cheeks
DNA between my teeth
A fragrance you may never catch
A gaze that you may never meet

The wasps above my windowsill
Hovered, circling--nothing's still
My last drink to the foll'wing:
If you won't, then no one will.

In this house you'll never rest
The front yard at its loveliest
You'll never glance upon my form
When I am not looking my best

Last crystal rose honey drop of bliss
And stumb'ling through--oh what is this
Oh darling--may I call you that?
Oh god, you caught--oh god, I missed

No one shall, and no one will--
Hov'ring, circling--never still
My last grinding teeth tap out:
If you won't, then no one will.

I'll never let them, never will.
Keep hovering, you never will?
Your screen stays shut? The latch is locked?
I'll always circle--never still.

-Dana Winter