i've noticed
you're not nearly as loud
at night as you are
in the morning

i've heard you
bus breaks yawn my name
from the back of your throat

hiss a good morning
through your shoreline lips
and hum the tune
of the downtown commute

all before 6 am

She wields amazement and elation
Like William Wallace wields a ******* sword,
With brutality and precision,
The only decision that is certain
Is that I want her to know that she is special.
A carefully chosen photo, and a death by a thousand caresses,
It's the little things that pile up like sonderkommando stack bodies,
Until, in a holocaust of pleasure, I feel her everything completely.
In other words,
She is the one for me.