For you I undress down to the sheaths of my nerves.
I remove my jewelry and set it on the nightstand,
I unhook my ribs, spread my lungs flat on a chair.
I dissolve like a remedy in water, in wine.
I spill without staining, and leave without stirring the air.
I do it for love. For love, I disappear.
— Kim Addonizio, “For You,” Lucifer at the Starlight: Poems. (W.W. Norton and Co., 2009)