Your stare is a diamond-cutter
Your hair smells better than
Hair that smells good.
Namely, I like you better than
People with hair that smells good.
And I wonder at your personhood
For you are made of sex and opium
Your mouth is filled with gold and snakes
And trickles rapturous winding rivers
of cum and venom.
Your sharp teeth have purpose
And your softness only seems
To heighten their resolve.
When you open up to me
I better than dissolve.
I become aware for the first time
in a week.