Huffing demigod, a scarf of your hair is around my neck
and it nicks my clavicles. Pin a rose between thighs –
     that is how it feels, like thorn-blood your love.
           I am the emptiest thing you
                            have touched the toes of.

When you ****** my pulse,
             I became a coffee drink, now funneling the
      tentacles who suffocate my hair strings &
you cannot know how subtle I am not. Finger my teeth.

      Purposely, I do not bite.
              As Pacific as an ink ocean, you are deep
         between what I swallow and ***** and keep inside.
   Where fish once swam you took. I can only drain for you.
                   I know you empty me deliberately,
                               the final ache and void.

Love for me to stay the emptiest woman you have ******,
         until I do not need a house for my soul. No,
                           not more than I need your cut.