skin

you have shaken me into existence
your skin and nothing else
my death row meal

i need your body pressed to mine like ive never needed anything before
sub sexual
catastrophic

from when people talk about love
i was expecting
bows
and
sparkles
and red hearts on paper cups strung up across sun-bleached windows
butter with honey on fresh bread
the flit of a small bird’s wing

i was not expecting

a desire for skin so strong
and nothing else

oh god no

my heart pounds out of my fucking chest
just you
chill
out
Babygurl
didn’t you hear
the best things
come when
you least expect
them

sugar glides down my unshaven chin
whipped cream swirls
on
pearly skin
teeth sink
into
pearly skin

3am requiem
the night is you(ng)
and
oh so old

your old dog can’t keep up anymore
that sleepy bitch
chomping at the bit
for a late night
lick
of something sweet
ripped stockings and
smudged mascara
is nothing new
a response to a dream
an age old dream
of latexed legs
and
forgotten lovers

could i ask of you
please
to shut the door on your way out