Back Porch

I set you on the back porch
to chill down.

I was waiting for you to grow 
cold
to stop swelling in my heart at all

but in my mouth, salivating
turning up my anger

I wait for your recess

Touch, too close
suck on the inflating wound
On a thumb when you need it
constantly rubbing, breaking,  inflating

You refuse to freeze.
But I refuse to lose my collection of internal organs
So I beg love’s wings to rest
stop pounding on my chest

he’s on the porch, I tell her
You can still see the steam
bubbling out like a miniature geyser
screaming that he’s free