souls made of ivory
interlocking with the wisdom of ancient elephants
we burn the incense under our thighs
and drown in the meaning that we made up for breathing
and we drown in the world we created with what
society perceives as our corrupt minds
my beautiful dieing agonies
burrying themselves in the castles of great queens
of great kings
shuffling to hurdle under the homes of the
slaves of ancient egypt
learn from me
and I
I
will learn from you
we said mentally
little did we know how the wounds would expose
themselves physically

after I had dug my own grave several times
and before I lay in it your face sits in my mind
so I place your words on my tombestone
and put your name on every line in my will
another mortal death
and one of my cat like lives are lost
melted like a snowflake in between your hands
you defeat my winter
you turn me into a hot summer
but all I wished for us was just one beautiful spring
that lasted forever