Skin my asperous tongue,
it will bleed under the brillo
lips of your shallow heart-beat.

Creep- to-exposure

and I will, outline the porcelain
of my skeletal lines, for you-
they breathe moisture of frailty.

A portrayal of a
shattered mirror after
the blank plight of a cold shower.

Devour the
glossy cascade of
snow-dipped steam. wet dreams.

Suture my lungs,
enticing our gravital enchantment
through the rigid curves of my cuticles.

I am lust-struck,
disposed in deceptive measures
of a smudged raven mane, and torn fish-nets.

I want to please you,
with the braise of a cigarette burn.
Because we are ~Fucking Beautiful.

Igneous layered,
metamorphic spite.
Lined along each rib bone.

Boiled logic.
I am obsessed with obsession.

You.