Against the Direction

starless air of hell
is sheltered in
your eyes.

your tongue rhymes
in unknown words,
but they
charm me.

what has happened
while i've been gone
on a sex-binge.

i have returned,
everything lost
while my fingertips
are red

tinged with chalk
and force
of will,
they line up to
beat me into
submission.

he sits in
the corner watching
me fight, and at
the end

i
escort
him
out.

i'm breaking up
his request.

on his knees
he undoes
buttons,

burns flesh
with a worshipping
mouth,

and my
task is soon
forgotten.