Tuesday, 25 March 2008

very rough ideas

I leave my imprint on you
like teethmarks in wax
knead your shoulders
like clay, make you bleed
twice on cotton sheets
like a baptism massacre
dab at your heart
with a sponge

like an ink scar
of the past
a mistimed blink
of the skin
snaking up your wrist
to your elbow
I trace each lie
in permanent
needle point

you burn a smiling face
into my wrist
watch as each twisting
serpant writhes, spits
blue venom
and the eyes on your arm
become mine, the deep
indigo pools
you once swam in
now hissing acid pitts
like warm apple core
sockets, I tease
seeds from your pores
to plant

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