There are
mouths that
drink
me

and I
dissolve;
sleep on their
tongue.

I'm like
a pain killer
that would ****
to feel your pain.

Drink me
so I can taste you
from the
inside.

The mouths of
virgins and
children
do not salivate
enough;

I want to be consumed
by insatiable boys,
ambitious writers,
I want to be eaten by someone
bursting with pride
and greed.
Someone suffering
through laughter.

I want to sleep
in pools of another's
desire--

rest on the tongues
of mad men.

I want no purity,
no lips
spouting truth and sanity
will touch me.

I want the schizophrenic,
the sweating mother at the clinic,
I want the screaming child in the corner,
the man who never grew up,
I want the woman
who speaks to the cats.
I want the boy
who turned out to be a monster.
I want
the murderer
who ate his family
and became a god





to drink me.