Lick my tears as ice meets hell,
slipping away the sugar that winter holds
under the cold image of a sun.
Not our sun.
You reply.
Encase my saliva in the spools of thread,
you whisper through sewn lips of reactions to scarlet letters
that your father carves to the curves of
our hands…not your hands.
Tormented memories of you and I, I and you,
the beloved chemistry of two, while
pillars collapse under the house of Rome,
suffocation of my will, justification of yours.
Tweeze my lungs with the penetration of a predator,
mangled energies of witches on Eastwick,
across the Earth swallowing solace in space,
under umbrellas of broken window… pains
you will never escape.
Confusion sets the illusion that buries your bones in
the glow of my skin,
polish the pretty smile, the pretty person, the pretty heart
and I will slice it as a servant does with bread.
I reply.
Holding captive yours will hold hostage mine
as I beg, you beg, bringing reflections of mirrors
back…words…to for…words
Hate me…Love me…TORTURE me with you.
