The necklace of Everything

I spun a little web

And caught you in it

Little did I know that

—That your little death 

Would become mine too

That the rise and fall of your chest

The soft offering of your hands

Would become mine too

Your fingers, your faces, your eyes

The buttons, zippers, keys, locks, a tender violence

Stolen things and things given

Unwarranted and involuntary, the way

Tender and violent things meet whether you

Asked for it —to happen

or not

Today’s feeling is a simple one

I’ll make an admission

—of truth

I think I asked for it

Every single bit of Everything

Here I spun

Everything yours

Everything mine