i've seen the vowels and
consonants battle upon your tongue,
a tongue-tied smile i kissed for
breakfast every 10'o clock weekday.
i've seen you regurgitate my love
onto Monday night prostitutes,
those splintered, bloody lips
smearing disease all over my
and your investigative eyes,
cooking my innocence until
you tasted adultery, but
i wanted to see the
continents come together again,
so that you have no where
I want you breathless by the time i find you.
i want to smell death upon your skin