put your underwear on
light a candle at 4 am because today
i do it backwards.

last night there was no walking
she sat with heavy, swinging *******, expectant

she disregarded all the ***** on the floor
her smoke mixed with the salt from my tears and the reaction
was instantaneous
what she wanted mattered to me
last night

she knows my skin must shed all this chaos
feel smooth and and young and free
and so she sets the pattern, the swing
of things

three times around we go
i tap her below her spine as i smoke
with her red lip prints on the ends
i don't mind

ive vaporized now
a freak tangled in my bed alone
she can be a shadow to squint at when dilated
i cant make out the naked moon or
my naked mother
or the beach littered with my smokes.

a beautiful woman to be
rejected by
left with her moans still
suspended in the air
above the
bed.