Three in the bed now
More powder for the nose
I’ve never cared this little
Nor at all
Laughter is not my speech
But I think I understand it, when spoken by you
Did the urine go sour after it kept you warm?
Or did I miss the year of fermentation
While I perfected my form
Nothing missed is nothing lost…but these are rules of war
And for awhile I thought sex was just a game…
I miss fucking you, although for so long you have remained by my side
What is worse in me than what I refuse to hide?
Pasty cheeks go rosy over the invitation
While innocence is a feast it often leads to fasting
And I am nearly kissing starvation
Why is it not enough to just feel a body?
To feel a voice?
Punishment and contrition are orgasms in ethereal fields
And I am the way and the light of all that was gained on that false night.
…you’re kisses still chew my eyes
And my air turns to mold in the pale green clinic of your temper tantrum morality
Your code of conduct, your personal bible and savior are still smeared with strangers cum
There’ll be a licking at mass tonight!!!!!!!!!!