I bleed always
Translucent and odourless, it flows cold
Flavourless and…. pointless?
The grief of distant stars…
…no longer there…
…the light reaching us too late.
Can you be saved?
Do you need?
Do you want?
Touch your fingers
Eyelash-kiss my moist cheeks again…
As you snore in my arms, the vibrations run through me like the tremors of an earthquake; the ripples spreading out like stones hurled into a pond.
Your sonorous baritone makes my atoms dance.
I see my reflection in your eyes and I’m always dying. Always falling to my knees clutching my chest or covering a wound on my neck. Always clinging to life inside that perfect circle of black.
Hide me under a quilt so I can bury my tongue between your legs, picking hairs out of my teeth. I’ll wet my broken lips against your sex, nodding my head…
…agreeing with everything you say. Hide me under the sheets, leave me to nest between your thighs and not come out until the spring.
I put down my cup of tea on the table and pretend to scratch my nose; actually, I’m sniffing my fingers. I’m wearing her black thong under my skinny jeans, so my cock is half squashed and half rubbed raw against the zip fly. My hair is filled with her shampoo. My teeth glisten with her toothpaste.
The question is asked
__ ___ ____ ____ ______ _____?
and I reply;
Excuse the language, mother…
…but I fucking love her.