you disjoint my arm and time
so intimately that my nerves,
stretched to the utmost,
trickle, crouched,
to your feet.

we resist each other
twice a day
and once a night,
in a short love madness.

tell me
how should I measure now
the hardly-tamed distance and seconds,
when you sold me to feelings?

for this
I could tenderly kill you
by breaking your neck
in a long lethal kiss