and the taste of you
                                remains
 
red raptors galloping across my tongue
sprout de-feathered wings
of salted sulfur
shedding barbed wire scales
w/ tooth and nail
off my flagrant skin; 
you licked my cunt
then kissed my lips
so how deep
did my love go?
 
I want to make out
w/ your mouth
and have you scream
my name
 
                 in agony ~
 
it's midnight
and my bedside
is empty
for I have a broken face
that I cannot piece
back together
but I can paint the thrashes
where 'X' marks my grave
the way leopards
paint the spots on their skin ~
tell me, Sir Demon within,
when we meet again,
will you stitch up my heart
so it's no longer jagged
in two. . .missing wires?
And please,
don't touch my face,
this pale shade of misery
is hard to find
in a drugstore.