untitled 846515i think your body was createdMore Like This
just for my body and your hands
specifically shaped to swallow
and all the marks on you are meant
for me to trace because you are
constellations molded into skin and
chemical compounds for cocaine
and heroin and the lining of a heart
i think your teeth were meant to knock
against mine in virginal mishaps and
bloodied noses from quick kisses that
make our lips taste like pennies
and your hips were meant for me to
knock my knuckles on and when our
heads are locked together through
we are microbes and giants and
we are cathedrals and the vatican and
we are sacrilege and unholy
i amsome days i want to jump in a lakeMore Like This
and freeze my senses and build castles
of books upon books upon books upon
where i can hang in trees and gather dust
around my naked body and grow wildflowers
from my breasts and up through my throat
and in this chokehold my windpipe is torn with
my vocal chords and i cannot speak when i am
drowned like a crippled king
in the ocean i live under ships and tear men away
and gorge on their empty hearts and cold dreams
and dusty, blind eye sockets
where i disintegrate into the water and into the forests
and into the deserts and into the air and wind and flow
through wide-spread fingers over the faces of virgins
because my burial ground is your skin and your teeth.
PeoplePeople vanishMore Like This
How could I vanish?
How could I die?
How will I live?
When will I fly?