bedbug rut

Written by: Paul Sylvester

Follow my voice make your
breath fail
Hips drive and
pump the air
Cylinder falls; choke and stall.

Fall in love
for a first kiss
A battle scar across your lips
Burning kerosene against 
the thin moon
stinging, weltered
rubbing alcohol in a wound

Yoke together under simple
law
God's ugly celebration
In a bedbug rut
the thaw.

A dog with his fleas
a forest of oily pine
needles
and dark green night
silent, curled together on the floor