The sounds of
A flame switched on by a flick
Of the wrist; Echos.
And where are you at the
Beginning
And
End
Of a relationship?
The moment you go,
The moment the laws of flesh
Reveals
Something as serious as
Your bodies blind spots
And the veins on your hands.
How do the hotel maids cope
In another yet another
With detectives trying to find,
In all serious thoughts,
The missing stories of
A burnt down building.
Nerissa, in all names that shout,
Miss me with the dirt over diamonds,
Letting you gargle the insects.
Tonight I lit one-hundred cannons
Off of my one last cigarette
Hoping you'd see that
I'm fast like the gun's guts
But still feeling as cold
As my own bare foot.
Stare softly through all these props
Reading the postcards I sent
Knowing all these other grown men
They jerk off to the daughters of the world.
But baby, you are more beautiful than all sad songs.
Climbing the ladder of girth
For the sensitive side
Of the Grimm Reaper who repeats in your ear
"Morgues are people too."
But I love you!
And so we go
Open the door
See what you can see
From my ID
Reveal everything
That is soft
As my rich blood flows
Collecting everything
Since baby teeth
Mistress that thinks that
You bring it out
Between your teeth
And sought to find out
The mystery in me.
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