With my hands on the back of your neck
I see the crackling raising erecting
Of your swan skin
My thoughts are gasping for breath
Going upwards in the
Filling shame
War and city battles, apartment bullets
Motel room fiascos, jigsaw pounding passion
With my body cutting you down the center like a diamond
I’m breaking you into formlessness
Jagged like clean glass
I’ll pray to your white scars
I’ll reinvent myself
Come out of the still lake
Cleanse myself in black oil
Lips like razor blades, teeth like wet wings
Innards on the pillow case, on the
Boring walls, on the idols
With your hands around my neck, your fingers in my mouth
Cheating life out of life
Taking it out on one another
Bruised peaches bleeding on the murder scene
Dead red balloons left over, molding cake
Boot marks on the white rug
I want you puritanical, whore
We’re finished
We’re glowing
Lifted up waiting
for the floor.