as your lips shine a blood red
wounded webs
she breathes a rare and costly fire at me
just as water it finds its own level and she swims underneath,
I expand my lungs to full capacity and hold my breath
and hope her gasps and grunts don’t char their pulmonary moorings,
without a trap door to her conscience she bleeds past my eyes
her gale will run with abandon and crash and smash apart,
an echoing breeze that gathers speed and blows the cave of this house
smiling when the deed is done, knowing full well my button is still depressed,
with knife in hand and a chin-na grip you wish to self destruct
check my wrist and you’ll find no timepiece, no lore recites love as a palindrome,
your brash agony festoons the bespoke graphs of a dark shapeless actuary
love is a commodity, the sweetness of the sourest taste, wounded pockets forced to weep,
those red lips which stroke over mine hide the tramadol flick of your reptiles tongue
it smarts into my mouth and around my words that are forming and leaves lies, grins,
eyes and hearts throb with the beat of a fake bible no one reads or listens to its panache
it files the soul, its nutmeg shavings lead to an altered state of life, a parallel scar,
what will happen when tears shed dry, when we drive the wedge in ourselves
when this bare-knuckle love affair is over and the air raid siren has sounded,
we the warriors of bleak ardor die slow without a gentle caress from any god
its only our drumming fingers upon our open wounds that sings the rhyme of our hearts
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