Loneliness perches himself in my body
Wrapping his hands tightly around my arteries and veins
Hanging there
Kicking at the my ventricles
Laughing with his whiskey breath
Even when distractions abound
He captivates me with each swing
Digging his toes into me
Making purple marks
The bridegroom tells me
He feels the way I do
He pours His own blood into me
'This may hurt,  but I understand you'
'I don't think there's anyone like You'

The elephants can't stand anymore
Their feeble legs
Can't afford the weight of their profligacy
While the ground cracks beneath them
The whistling of the earth
In the center
There's a coal burning
It sends its energy
To each of its residents
A woman scraping her eyelids on the street
A decrepit cactus plant  
The drunk father next door
Who beats his wife, spares his children and loves his dog
But the elephants are happy
If world is for our enjoyment
Why does it **** us over?

Our hands are lovely together
Not because of their  staunching similarity
Or your smooth cracks
Or my chewed up nails
I don't mind the way
Yours move across my thigh
The temple of  God
And then find their way into truth and goodness
Like trunks of two elephants
And you whisper 'interception'
I giggle to myself
You're raising your eyebrows at me
And in that expression
I forget who we are
But what's beautiful about our hands
is the Cimmerian darkness that lies between our clasp
It masks the depravity
And feigns the glory
Guarding hell at the edges of earth
The record stops
I fall asleep in your lap
As you study my face
Caressing my hair
And holding our shadows all at once