clean toothed fascination:
   where in what do you see
your hideous perfection rising
sublime fists, raining terrible
love laughing onto correct cheeks?

it hurts so when you touch my face
scribble painful eloquent filigree

i elected you to blossom purple puddles
  drowning eyes. lash out craven son.

but know this: i will bathe you in my beautiful
violence screaming burst membranes across
   the breadth of your fiber loaded structure

                                 sleeping
at
                   my
horrible

                              whim