unravel all over
your bent back,
   salute,
to the brunt force of nature,
  fire so ravishing
    atop, maybe a little more adjacent,
similar to yours, my long, but not forever long, lost dear -

cut it out,
  spit it to the foggy mirror image
of your vulnerable self
splattered all over this ******* room,
prancin’, yellow in grip,
         around these basic things
you call yourselves master’s to,
                                            of,
           ­          (u n d e r),

“say it again, baby,
                   say it again,”

      ‘didn’t catch that (tone) the first go ‘round -

   must be rough on the skin,
      skin aching to mend
     from the splitting of your tainted souls -
   in to mend
  that softest spot
   where no stranger’s **** can console,
   no love that does not want love back
            can control,
   no cry, just shy
              away
               from that being the rescue..

   even still,
     wouldn’t it, even if I could it