"If I have put myself into a cloister with reason"

rape and objectification become as close
as you get to love and my raping and objectifying
you as close as i get to love.
the small of
the backache a bird twitters away the first
thought of invasion the plan made before
the plan-ness of planning was known
she oft sleepwalks in her own tears
in the fence of design a fold in a stellar
crosswalk a-consciousness i’ve never
unknown in waking alone
i’ve taught you everything
i know i’ve taught you nothing
but what is
the thought that keeps
us twain
safe from thought?