an angel?
with someone so clumsy!
you ought to leave at every shit joke.
i like fire! warm, funny, blue.
couldn’t care less about smoke.
the fates?
have made a mistake.
but i swear to not tell if you won’t.
i’m rotten-
and you’re honey
yes, you should leave - but don’t! don’t! don’t!
don’t.
call me capricious and conniving and cute.
plant little daffodils and i’ll tug from the root.
dirt beneath fingernails. a boy in my bath!
make a date of ripping up floorboards — and i’ll say its a laugh.
have me sprawled on your bed, unclothed like a grecian statue,
or a corpse!
now, you might never love me like i love you,
but darling, desire takes things by force.
i am here and you’re everywhere. my sharp-witted disease.
are you unscrewing bolts when i’m down on my knees?
because i’m coming undone, love.
i’m losing my head!
they’ll cry out it's a coffin but, we know it’s our bed.
so, call me gritty and gruesome,
and then, call me your girl.
before, i say something true and make this whole thing unfurl.
spread me out, all slits and all slices, till i’m quite torn in two.
because when things ache, and keep aching,
i’ll crave how it felt to have you.
when you tell me i’m yours with an iron-hot-rod.
and you hold me like i’m dying — your little sick dog.
my goodness, isn’t it a gift to have you? all flesh and all blood and all bone?
i was bleeding anyway, baby, but the puzzling pleasure! the shameful comfort
of not bleeding alone.
now it’s us against the world! and my god, i don’t miss it.
that oil burn won’t blister, (it will), no, not if you kiss it.
all for a good game of madness, but this is a fact:
the sticky-toffee sweetness of our sinking-ship pact.
that i will bind up your hands with tongue and with rope,
choke you unconscious with all my love-stung hope,
whilst, you fill up my pockets with stone upon stone,
you can breathe
i can breathe