like my face has been pressed across hot flames my mind, my tongue, my rosy face - precious things
succumb to scalding storms; and saliva burns
in my throat; and lips bitten and bled seep
ruddily down my face, and warm now tastes of metal and life.
i am charred and mad. but my lungs breathe
with her lungs - my mind gasps for spoken air -
my feast - my flesh - my oxygen - how i need! and the water does not feel as i reach splintering
hands into hell-cold blues, and maybe i sigh
with that too - the tide streaming and steaming
in supple gusts, in drums as my eyes roll
into my head; and lust and loneliness
are sprawled into my brain and body and it is all
with the tide, and the gentle siren’s song.
blistering ears sealed and secure, steadfast, and
she knows what i know and she wants what
i want, and i thrash burning hands
for life and for love, for doom and for death,
for two hearts - two lives - two hells. and the waves part onto
bleeding rocks; and i slide between crimson boulders
and how i love her -as i fade to blackness, to tide,
to earth, to hell, to desperate want.
under pluto one day i shall have her, and seize her
with fingers hot as the forge, and as my skull
is smashed into stones there is a smile on my lips
and a word on my tongue. i will see her again.
i will see her forever.