she had a yellow swing skirt on
and it swished and shown the sun
upon her pale white skin.

her lips tasted like fine wine
and it wished and won the sun
upon her teeth in sin.

your **** is beautiful,
soft and creamy
it smells perfect
pointed and ready

the sleepy hung corpse;
waning roseate, veined vessel
tumid, ancient, of loss of culture
introduced to the society of living
mixes in pearl skin and stupor
colliding curvatures of river banks
met in failure, met in marshes
withering boiled bodies trying to shout

our *** is like asteroids
colliding, breaking shards
off each other and not caring
which planet we're headed towards
we sixty-nine so well
pull me into your orbit again
let mouths decide
when we explode

others waltz and caper
while i stumble about
in mismatching rusted anatomy
i was a king queen,
praise my uncloaked *******
memorabilia

my bones are impulsive
and they rattle and shake
jutting and puncture
each time i twist
each shade of my mother used
to say i did it for attention
but my manic-depressive
spectrum yearned to feel something
much more special than the chroma of love
as my disorder matured i saw sweeping
patterns that flummoxed the grass i stepped on
i phased in and out of gravity too much
to feel how i used to feel about you

ennui exoskeleton
ignominous heart -
        its jags fit tightly inside here