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