Irresponsible Love

you call to tell me you miss me so badly
ocean of spiny waves
sun of spleen fire
river sans box of water
you bend metal with your eyes
love is a sharp knowing pencil
a smokestack
an abandoned toy city
a luckless piece of wood-rot in a forest

I too have missed you bitterly
and have built a small white tube
out of night darkness
to drink of you in the tall bantam grass
which sways towards you naked
though you be far away