Lie, in the midst of crumpled
bedsheets you smothered me
until my cheeks flush red
Lie, holding my cigarette ****
flicking it towards dried leaves
Lie, heavy dreams set across
wildflowers eating away the
living grass
Lie, milkshakes and honey sweet succor,
my tongue drenched in awkward
fluids from your orifice
Lie, deep eyes see much even
in pitch black eclipses
Lie, pen and paper held by
calloused hands this creature
remains unheard
Lie, bedroom voices hushing; the metal sounds;
four quarters of this fist-sized ***** gently