fit well?
          you ask me, too many times
          if it were up to me
    i'd slip it off myself
          and we can skip the movie

dancing, i like the way
           your feet move
        your *** shakes
              i like the way my heart stirs
     only for you
               speak through body language
           let the hype beast bite you
  this floor is yours to dance on
             you've got the lights on you
      knowing that it's only my eyes
              that excite you
make me incomparably hot for you

i'm really high
clutching a ****
between my legs
               and the threats
               come in all individual invitations
               can i feel you how are you erica
     do you feel me,
     do you bite
     are you hungry
           the hands of time slow
       and i feel like touching them
       until they grow petals and bloom
       but im not that fast          not         quick
                       enough for thirsting
               for the colors that a god has given me
                  and allowed me to see them differently
                  i cough and lean my head back on the wall

i love the way your bones
        are illuminated when they're
                grafted
      against
        my skin,
                the fear of you
constantly going back into hibernaculum;
your necropolis, innocence small
        remember you took mine
        with my hieratic blouse on
                                unhallowed
                                    little dirt
my mom said, i'll break your legs
        if you chase her, i told her
                i'll
            find
         a wheel chair
for it's our love that bid us both to the same grave
        no matter how cramped;
            no matter how deep gravel covers us
              i will lay here with you