Yes, the black hole within my eye is the only thing keeping you close.
A stance of grayed jeans covering the scarred legs holding me up.
No: hold me close and pour that familiar bile from
your mouth to my ear.
I know that you, my undead love, has cried more than
any angel ever could.
From your eyes, your liquefied heart has spilled upon the floor.
Upon the floor, we have found our hands in erogenous zones.
Rend my soft body into ****** flesh and drops of honey
as I gather your arteries upon the luckless tiles
and place them gently back upon your tongue.