finchlings
you are twisted up
in the sheets next to me,
the long of your back
pressed against the side of mine,
bare skin on bare skin.
and each mole and
dimple
and freckle
spattered across you
is a punishment.
o! o'er the
clouds i follow
the path of your
destruction,
the crashing
of broken music and
the screams
of damned souls:
a choir to your
benevolence.
the truth of it all
is that there isn't
an answer that
you feel like hearing
from me
i watch as the
very ends of you catch
and burn,
and smolder,
and wonder if the flames
feel as glorious,
as freeing,
as they look.
there's a knock on the door,
but i won't answer.
your feet are tucked up against the back of my knees,
cold toes pressing into the crease,
and your breath is
hot
against the back of my neck.
there's another knock,
and another,
but this time is for us.
You were surprised when I told you my name,
A half-smile inching across the
planes of your face.
You chuckled,
Almost laughed,
And when I asked you what was so funny,
You said:
"That's my name, too."
there is a truck parked on the side of the road
not far from the old farmhouse
where we used to meet
its tires are slashed and
its bright paint is
peeling, rust creeping up its sides.
it's like its waiting for something, or
someone,
patient through the rain and the snow,
but no one ever comes
or stops a moment just
to look.
i pass it every day, now
on the way to work
and it reminds me of you
and how you're still waiting for me,
too.
he grabbed you with his heavy hands as you
grasped at the fringes of the thought
that destroyed the two of you
you have a love of growing things
that i love to watch
you hover over plant seedlings
anxious until the little green stalks
start to push out of the dirt
you watch little children
with jealous eyes and an
honest adoration that would
drive me mad if i didn't know
that you look at me with that same
bright hunger
you pull me in by the lips
teeth sinking into tender flesh
worrying it red
i don't have time for this
but i let you invite yourself in
and lock the door behind you
you're the best
kind of salesman
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