Your Bed

One hand to the side of my face Nestled in the sturdy crook of my palm I feel stolen away But with a taste of venom, I could Bite my tongue and river red All the luckiest in the world. I hope you know my movements How this arc means love, And this slow dive means pain. It consumes me to some degree, The exhilaration! Rigid mosque, my solid wall To you. You are dead to a spotlight Of flickering Adonis. I feel the aging process And glitters of dust weep from Beneath as my knees ache In their slings of flesh Sickened centrefold and Jesus Christ, how I'm the Lucky one now! Lying in your bed With all the malice of A mercury madness colliding within.