© 2008 - 2017



Blogger news

Blogger templates






Dixit dominus domino

Bow at your high motives pay your respects
your dirty clammy skin under the flat-ironed suit

the tender touch, the compassionate glimpse
camouflaged in their suffering they riddle your weaknesses

for each under your thumb, I get
your head under mine and crushed

I take pleasure in your deft moves
a taste for the able, a taste for the best

but at the end of the corridor
you melt at my feet, drip and trickle

beg to touch me, marble blood

ah our arteries refract as they leave me and enter you and vice versa and we become, we become, we become