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.
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