Oh Livid, Oh Lurking Thing!

I love you, oh livid, oh lurking thing.
I love you. And the gears in your body

that make it move. There’s a smoothness…
A smoothness in the way you limit me,

reduce me to a mere slather of pulp.
A smoothness. Tough as silk.

Memory beats sweetness, wincing.
Oh livid, oh lurking, oh beautiful thing.

-r. miller