My heart beat so hard when I was next to you
that I feared you might hear my barbaric secret in its drum
my pupils expanded so wide, at the sight of your hands
that I could have swallowed the ocean with my eyes
and then shed that salty water when you depart
my heart surrendered and my soul left to the skies

locked in your demented skin and your innocent smile
I would like to kiss the back of your neck and breathe you in
for awhile
your moon stricken and I drink you in the morning
I place you like salt on my tongue
I take your skin and cover myself in it
we make each other wet with scorn
your paint is on my walls and now it is not myself
it is you that I morn
it is my white face that is torn
now
now
the fragile death has been born