Erotic

Body Hymn

Your bones breathe,
expanding,
inhaling each diminutive pore on my
skin.
Contracting,
exhaling every individual cell of my
skin.

Our clavicles meet and
clash
together, and our hips are
conjoined
together, welded as if iron.

The segregated digits of my
knuckles
bend and give way,
molding
beneath you.

My hands,
your anchors,
weigh you,
unable to drift from me.

Every last
sinew
of every last
muscle
reaches out,
capturing the tendons
buried beneath my
skin,

and we sing
together.

This is about love... kind of...

How To Maintain A Healthy Relationship, Chapter 6: Routine

The sheets are
stained tarps
on the bed.

I approach her
with a loving look,
and a soft kiss
on her short-haired head
so as not to frighten.

I look into
her eyes
and split open
her legs
like a bovine's skull.

The moisture seeps out,
the blood,
the fluids,
and her gray matter.

She is penetrated
with my serrated edge,
like through her ribs.
And I saw,
and saw,
and saw.

She cries
and moans.
I cut pieces
out of her.

The perfume
of her open chest
permeates my nostrils.

The tarp
now drenched.

I slip
away from her,
and retreat
to wash my hands of this heifer.