Norte

Knees bent
crouched with desperate intent-
Norte!
I fling myself to thee!
But you-
Sir,
stay there in Sur.
Please
keep that nice suit
and still
smile
and handcuff your
thigh
to the Sur side.
Your smile
crumbles and
folds
and dusts away old
you are nothing but
a hill of rot
and lust
and silky sighs and lies
that sizzle and fry
sticky hearts
thrashing throbbing and alive
like mine.
You wont have time
to step close
as you steady that smile hun,
I will run
panting hard
Norte
towards the sun.