I hold you locked
between my contemptuous thighs,
inwardly and outwardly
our expressions inscrutable.
Our hybrid limbs furl and thrash.
A welcome assault,
a senseless pssitacism
my green heart froths and boils over.
A prickle, a trickle, a crush of stars
my toes grip, struggling against the dross
of your counterintuitive facades.
We pour incognito,
into the shadow of a yew tree
harbingers of a long deceased God.
Within each heart a rathskeller,
a chamber tethered between
the spontaneous and the habitual.
End to end, our antipodes tremble.
You are a stack of letters
rubbed to cinder
beneath coils of fire.
I am a television, a ransom note
scrawled in carnations.
You gather my freckles
underneath your fingertips.
I stroke your conclusions
and restructure the flow.
We open, two margins
pulled together by need.
I remain innocuous
despite years of acedia.
You force me close,
we exchange elixirs and enigmas.
(I am in love with you nuance.)
You are striking,
a four-cornered god
encasing my orgasma.
You infuse, I devour.
Even your entropy is rigid,
the lymph gurgling behind
your prostrated smile,
the admonishing aftertaste
of your subcutaneous adhesions.
Skinflint, star-caster, striptease
my thighs pulsate beneath
your extraneous gravity and what a let down,
what a climax, what a keepsake it all is.
The tobacco churning behind your lip,
turmeric-spiced silt sticking in your nail beds,
the subtle admonishment of your filaments
breaking me like a riding saddle.
How vile, how terrible, how irrefutable you are.
Must you control everything?
Must you crush the throats that sing?
Must I, the shameless, the purse-string, the mule-headed thief
love you, contend with you, worship the soles
of your endless retreats?
managed to barely get one in
I stitch the eclipse stirring
In the cheeky blue of your irises
That the blackness
Will not engulf me.
A shot of stars assemble
Piecemeal in your throat
In the manufactured room
Between your elegant thighs.
There are a million honors
I could bestow but compared
To your name they are lackluster.
I grip your sides,
Salubrious fluids merging
After a triumphant hike
Through your wilderness.