8AM strikes like a *****,
And romping the losing street -
The engineered reptile stalks the hound we are.

The soldiered army, oozing molten pride,
Spike me in the side with their knees
Lifted to caution, so-so below the chin

The cold, dead breath bullies like a child
Never been taught, never have they ought;
I give them pity like spit, the drool reared.

The glands of my sodden state are nucleic
They spark and fizz and pop at the slightest fix
And they mount the green turf as they say the things they say

They say them in spite
Their eyes to register a flat-line, the pulse of my eyelid
Froths staring into their granite granules, you call them eyes

I do despise, I do despise,
The heartless range of those hunter-deers,
The wet pathos that criminals invoke

And then, I woke, the rage, the rage!
A mountainous affair, cracked into your skin
You wished I were dead so you could be thin.

And when I am not hot,
Risen, aired by the microwaved Monday dawning,
I can almost laugh about the spaces between your eyes

The slight disgust, the frozen musk
Awns over me, little fist tight of pink
Ears rabbited off -- a sharp, twisted empale

And then, you are there--
Frozen and dominating, your coffin spooks to me
A spoken longing and then all we know wilts

A running red cloak of tartan regrets
Jades the illicit wail bespoken after the instrumental twist
The torture device you call your words is broken out

I ask for one thing, beg for it, screech it
To the solars like I am owed.
Knowing Death, if not heed, the spited greed--

Give me strength, for the thoughts
The thoughts, that blow through me
Windswept, gliding the dead human ash through my marsh

Do not upturn the limped greyed grass
And blow through, a harmless storm,
With nothing to say about how I carry my day.

Move on to your homeward-bound, your
Concentration plantation, reeling off dead spinners
Like your words, your cold ******* words.

You slimy *******, you ****,
I have spoken, one million syllables,
For your satisfaction.

You lord it over me like a raw-meat hand
Of the disciples. Well, well, Judas, Judas --
I bite my tongue. I bite it so it jades.

It's not my fault
I want you so hard
There is always a reason
Always a touch
Gentle and warm

Maybe in the morning
Before long days
You'll scrunch up
Tight against me
Asleep, I doubt you know
But it sets me off

I'll drift from sleep
Embracing your body
Not too sure, but
Angel, I hold
Your hip, thigh
Up and down
So, so soft

Maybe I slide
Between your thighs
My hands, fingers
Crease your lips
Murmur in your ear
Bite on your neck
Taste your night

Start to quiver
Wet, fingers trace
Heartbeats on low lips
Maybe you wake
A hand on my hip
Encouraging a ride
Or fingertips' glide

Guide me, press back
Arch, your breath catches my stride
In to a volcano, throat divide
Warped around, entwined
Guiding your hands

Turn your head, kiss so fine
Hot, checkered breathing
Interrupting, moans, low
A 'yes,' trancing eyes
Push me down, out; not dry
Suckle, circle dance of tongue
Perfect *******, mounds smooth and fine

Dark areole, ******* *****;
Nibble; mouth
My hands explore designs
Perfect muscular, beautiful lines
Tracing curves of stomach, hip and thigh

Then down your lat
Fingers, grasp
Your smell, sensual, smile
Pecks along, just inside
Smooth, soft, tasting drips
Desert, candy, rain and
Your hands press, ******

A bend of knees, hips rise
Gripping biscuits, I dine
Pressing me closer,
I encourage with murmurs
Yours, hard grind

You take my hands
Crushing nails to my palms
Tattooing ******* half moon designs
Hot juices, quicken; reach out
Reach. Grip, pull at the sheets
Swelled, throbbing clip
My tongue dances a rhyme

Again and again
Toes curls, force, pin
For leverage, twisted arms
Hands along inside thighs
Press, open you hard

Bring you with me
Surf your waves
Bring your conclusion
Once again, squirming
Liquid, bodies, meshing

You push me down
I turn, pull you over
Open wide, arching back
Teasing in, empale yourself
Deeply, feel you open within
Wet, dripping, rivers of warmth
Your muscles hard, you grip

And grind, *** and grind

Biting, fingers dig deep
Shoulders, chest, nails drag
Wrap you tightly, press you close
Your ******* so hard, grip my head
Hands wrapped in your hair
Twisted, gently, hard tip arching
Taking that deep ache

Perfect in warmth, soft
Desperate in movement
Action, low cries
You nip with a tongue
Again, you ***

Harder you press
Undeniable, deep thrusting
A millstone crushing it fine
Faster, hands slide on thighs
Locking your feet, pinning me down
Entering wide, you want it deeper
Taking my explosion inside

Inside, you hug my size
Up *******, then down
Draining, reserve, devoured in time
Folding and melting
Against me

Collapsing, molding
Aloft , floating, drifting
Our heartbeats in sync
Fingers, we relax
Bodies, we close
Together, we fall
Back to sleep

No,
I refuse the blues. Excuse me,
for I fail to see as you empale
my ecstasy. Reflection, I will
not mend our relationship. I'm
not seeing you anymore.