whispering kisses growing cataracts
touch like the wind as it sweeps past,
retracts
steady cancer
lives on, millenniums
grabs the gasoline, opens the window
plans for burning
and I keep turning, turning in my sleep
correspondent, unresponsive
I like the demons in your eyes and the light on your skin
but my eyes are not where the demons live
they live in communal dens, collapsing huts
always moving on
always walking towards
something, I'm sure
small hands clasped on shoulders,
I'd like to sit and be held in your cut up arms
I'd like to fall asleep on your chest
some devil's own morality pet
I hate mouths- I hate lips, I hate the wetness and the sounds
but I'd take you in
and I'll take the devil out of you, eventually
hunt them to the brink of extinction
as your fingers dig under the rim
I'm your pet, I'm your girl,
I'm your exterminator
you’re my world
