the old cannot erase
the shadow of their setting sun
bled across their threshold, staining
the abandoned chair by the fire.

I adore the scent of the air
a millimeter from the surface of your skin.
and the sensation of your eager hands,
questing across the the landscape of my body.
.

Your body is Why
I no longer
stray
like a Goblin.

you cannot show me how much you hate me
the flies in your mind cover your eyes from the inside
and every vision escaped, crawling away
on broken limbs.

Civilized brutality
Stagnant jail cell air choking,
Complex torment.

After I had walked the earth
touched what things I could touch
The totality
sharing no blood with the sun
Every alarm imaginable
Every engine dedicated to murdering peace
Driven from my homes
None are awake to this
Even I feign sleep
Clearing my mind
until I feel nothing
no reverberation of air
Vacuum

She definitely went with me

driving off angry stillnesses
the distinct smell of haybales

blue twilight, silver, clashing dissonance
beneath the sea, engraved for
Nosreme' music and Monet dashes

We collapsed in a heavy embrace
in an attempt at destroying civilization.

Shouting
withholding

dying
us.

I cannot remember the places you inhaled my essence
out of the earth, and created a desert.

The feel of my surrender, undone, a pure chorus
in the song of forgiveness
that eludes you when you are awake.

You cannot remember the taste of my flesh.
Released, I remembered how to hate.