They mouth love's language. Gnash
The thirteen teeth
Your lean jaws grin with. Lash
Your itch and quailing, **** greed of the flesh.
Love's breath in you is stale, worded or sung,
As sour as cat's breath,
Harsh of tongue.

This grey that stares
Lies not, stark skin and bone.
Leave greasy lips their kissing. None
Will choose her what you see to mouth upon.
Dire hunger holds his hour.
Pluck forth your heart, saltblood, a fruit of tears.
Pluck and devour!

He's on top of the mountain
Pulling me up

I'm on the ocean floor
Dragging him down

I cut the rope
And let him go

He's up in the sky
Soaring
Flying
Finally free

I'm no longer his anchor

and i realized today
how much effort it takes
to love me

because when i do not
love myself
you have to love me
enough for two people

i want to unscrew my skull
and take my brain out
find the place everyone
keeps calling my heart
and pick it apart.
i want to take a scalpel and
scrape out your words

*(r.e.)

**** off mankind,
And give the Earth a chance!
Nature might find
In her inheritance
The seedlings of a race
Less infinitely base.

I think I would like to be out of my mind,
maybe with you, for a while.
So we started a practice of trading our cells
for the rapture of each other's arms.
No algorithms here, just alchemy and wine,
(This is all that we both can take)
No more of this, "Love? Are you my love?"
simply,
"I love how you taste."

She was a diver
Because
As her toes left the board
Pointing
The curve of her back
Bending
She would begin to fall
Free – form
Freed from
Her promise to keep her feet
On the ground
Because on that day she
Was a diver
And it was her joy to fall.