Warmth is just
kinetic energy
which is a real shame
because we are immobile
in bed
and I can swear
you’re sweating
from our fight,
or maybe those
are just tears
that have gone
cold from
movement.
*
Drag me to hell
because at least
I’ll have the heat
without the inconvenience
of the cancer
of the heavenly sun.
*
I love you entirely
the gas spews
and yet here we are
entirely out of love,
containers exhausted
and burned by cigarettes
and someone else’s kiss
which you tells me
means nothing,
though it is there
as you speak,
and you kiss me
and I wonder if it means
anything either
and if it does
should I stab my tongue
like this or something else,
let you see the cuts
I have
by opening your mouth
and tearing it
apart
the way she did.
Discussion
No comments yet.