What is there but desire                       Clouds flatten the sky


At the end, the body's demands         Two eucalyptus trees, one pine


For more for the chemical                   A helicopter cuts air    


Compounds of pleasure                       Murder of crows rises


Once as a child, before gender           Rush of the freeway


She desired flight, space, rockets       Competing sirens


Later all her theories shrunk              A cat slinks into the night


Into a particular moment                    Streetlights sufficient


A clinch, the bodies momentum        Illumination