thick, solid bone
leading to the slender shoulder of her

teeth, and soft, moist lips
grazed up against this solidity
with hands sliding from her back
to her hips
pulling her in
and pulling her out,
like the mysterious void
within a black hole

every thing Is

everything is Not


her shoulders
sway like the ocean
as mine do the same

like two moons

like two seas

like two worlds

like Gods


wet teeth, tectonic
slide down to her breast

gravity, it seems
possesses my hands
to grab her by the hips
and lift her up


her legs, like the Oroboros
wrap around my waist

and I am devoured
and she is devoured


a sailors ship:
a clavicle
a lovers hips:
the raging seas


and her wide, wild eyes;


Death


so I drag my lips

bear my teeth

and let out a moan

which is thick

and solid




which both loves and laughs
at death



Mmm,
I love that clavicle

I love,
the taste of death

I love to prove
I have an infinite breath


Oh what a dream

Oh what a dream