aphrodite’s lament

the boar was only an afterthought
  time stopped under your heels
         & mine,
  therefore transiting your ethereal gift
         intravenously| to my ghostly soul

            [symbiosis makes one psychotic,
       no matter, as if there was a stop to it
                          as if I’d ever ask for one

                   so barrels our [tunneling》 fate,
       whimsically apathetic to consequence
           for good or towards a trickster end,