"this is our new thing"
you sigh as we lie on your bed
fully clothed on top of each other
on top of your down blanket.
you stuck needles in my arm
and i stuck needles in your arm
"we both deserve this"
i whisper into your eyelid
with cigarette breath
underneath four months
of hibernation teeth.

our tongues were
postponed
                                   in ecstasy
and now i
can
feel the tension
mold
around the warm glow of your breath

the tremor of my body is born
in my heart and etched in cold swingsets.

right now,
my
bottlecaps
are filled with ashes
and appleseeds.

i am in an intelligent concrete room
while familiar silhouettes switch direction in the balmy wind
there is a dim stone portal spending a light
so still and small and dissolving into the sunless wall
under the scattered ruin of the sacred world
its gaunt mind studies beneath hieroglyphs
and into oblivion

it is later in the night and i am riding on an unsettling
crucifix doused in drugs and hammocks and the
blind face of eternity is wearing a headdress
filled with plumes of indecipherable intellect
and she has transcended my ego
with holy dreams

in a dream that i can't shake
she was standing by a fence post, shaking
all alone with tears in her eyes
with the dawn on her breast and lips
and the stains from my kisses there too

then i turned to the east
and look myself in the face
i am the sun and i am tired
i haven't slept in days
because there are
better things to do
in bed
when i'm with
her.

roses are red
my name is dave
this poem is random

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wave.