Cold liquor in my gut
Eyes in fennel
Picked all the basil yesterday
Can you make it be?
Once again my love?
I view and a room
And two bodies pushed into
contortions
Souls pushed to edges of drops
Evil to run itself
A soul meant to destroy and
implode

Holding you close in cold wind
The taste of martinis
A bullet in my heart already
When I heard you shiver under thin blankets
My love
Do not suffer
I can not
Sustain it

The pieces of myself
Spread out between two
states
And the blood from
gashes in my feet
In a scarf you still
wear