After Dr Susie Orbach

With you / I am pomegranate
lung, sweet alveoli seed bursting
at the teeth of you, the stain of me
I cannot, at any cost, let touch you.

With you / steel wool nibble gnaws
my elbow crease, ceaseless
itch at the back of my knees.
You won’t tell me what. can’twhatcan’tstop.

With you / I am water, bone becomes =
blue, pure H2O hue, infinite
and giving. But it was not me that
was called here to drink.

With you / I am the dandruff
dusting these cake wedge shoulders,
I am the gawked-at in a poundland paperweight.
Thank god now snaps the clock. Day. Over.

You spear me, spite me, stroke
in me something that has banished
its own name, there are not-word
things you need me to know.

Eye have trained my I years this alchemy
this gut to word
this vein to verb
this skin is always seeking a syntax.

But you / you / you / you steal
of me my sorcery, my man-made
mystery, all I can do is lick the salt
of you, bathe in your animal wound.