If you were a corpse accepting cremation I would be the flame that lavishly licked your flesh, the heat, heaped for your hair on a pyre the last peril your boney body submits to, making the air all around stink of you.
Forget the fact that you corrupt my mind, it’ll only work out if your thoughts stink of me.
If for one second during your self worshipping, wistful stares into a mirror that drips a musty condensation that lingered from your skinny, **** torso after your morning shower, you stand there smile ******* yourself with puckered lips and un-dilated pupils, flirting with camera phone pixels you think to yourself;
* Should I post me on myspace? Should I send a text message pic to myself? Should I forward it to that guy that I met to make him think that I’m burning for him?*
If for that second I could be but that spark, an after thought flare that gets you to want more than what it is that you got, where would you go?
With whom would you make yourself over?
I’m waiting for the morning your ashes wake next to me; smoldered and spread out over my
mattress and under my breath, and your eye lashes charred with clunky mascara crumble as you replay in your silly head the late mass I celebrated last night when I exhumed and inhaled that same condensation;
Little taste droplets of you then exhaled from me to your golden tin flesh that burned you to ******.
Because of my tempered tongue you cravingly bathed with, because of your hair I feverishly wrapped round my fists as my head altered and smoothed out from whiskey bounced waves of frivolous
thrusts pulls releases, pushes twitches friction
in perfect timed fashion between your radio
antenna thin legs and your rib meat torso you forced my lips unto.
That will be the night you will come. Yeah, that’s right
SEE YOU MMM-hmmm,
I will see you melt on that night. And it will be your cremation.
taken from my book: The Evolution of A Word Made Flesh: Pathos Ethos Logos Thoth http://www.amazon.com/Evolution-Word-Made-Flesh-Pathos/dp/1452809682/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie;=UTF8&qid;=1285189713&sr;=1-1