we can never get enough of
what we don’t have or what we truly need
so bleed on me and let it run down my face
over the couch and onto the floor
a crust will form around the edges of our skin
the furniture is limitless
still i am in bliss from your reason
when you touched me i transformed into the dawn
and became the warmth that turns ice to water
and makes our feet defrost
i am the coast of your soul
the feeling of being whole
like well-water i am old and deep
and still will i choose to flow
keeping my light in sync with the rhythm of the cosmos
all the commotion is stillborn
torn and triumphant i am emerging
as the diurnal nothingness
bursting through your walls and stalls
the halls of our cavernous depths
the respect we must lack
in order to keep our attractions intact
aspects of our ****** suffering
unleashed upon your houses