Reborn

Ice pouring out of my

ears and mouth,

the clock tower

watched and

said nothing.

And in the second

before midnight,

I coughed,

you replied with a sigh,

one of those

intakes of breath

that dies halfway

up the throat,

and then is reborn

on the tongue

to explode outward.

I wanted to kiss you,

howl into your mouth

unspoken scars

and words,

burn through

each others skin.

But the hangman

talked with his

eyes wide and awake.

What is the fucking point?

To suffer,

to crash,

mmm though in the molten mess,

blood pumped fiercely and

I sing in deep drenching tones,

to no one in particular.

My lungs heave,

passion felt

to live madly,

in complete wildness

mixed with bizarre appetites that

drown out

the beats of the reaper. 

Glisten

And in the west,

we met,

and the sun came down

around our ankles.

We spoke in

moans and hisses,

licking in the moonlight,

dancing together

in a minor key

while the rain fell, and

we lassoed droplets

from the air

with our tongues,

glistening.

I could see

even through the

fog stained window,

that I would have to

write myself

up from under

the ground,

move magic and

the earthen beats

aside with my teeth,

if need be,

stare through you

to the moon and back.

There was no outside

rapture coming

to aid,

so I sat and

held tight my hands

to my throbbing skull

and sank into

the erogenous zones.

Oh love,

I almost remember.

Dancing Doll

As the homes

of our mothers

breathed in and out,

the hearses

pulled up

to the driveway,

droning their dirges,

and we drank

the last bottle of

red wine,

sad smiles and

spilling a few drops

from our heavy mouths,

stains on the white carpet

which reminded us of blood

and you laughed at the thought,

quickly changing the subject.

I was your dancing doll,

my silhouette

etched into the wallpaper,

cum and cacophony,

your breath on my breast,

paint seeping into my pores

and stayed there,

for the night.

My mind loosing itself

amidst the grave digging.

I screeched out into the ethers

for help,

but found only

a moth to choke on

and a pair of scissors

to cut my hair with.