sure, you could be the mouth, this time.

i’ll be the head, giving itself to you

maybe last life we took better care of this

crucifix of light,  million tonne vow

could i be the end? you can be the doorstep

i’ll be the tangle, the burnt scripture

you can be the lie. but only if you thrust 

into me every single night. i love a hard 

sweet fuck that takes and takes and takes

you can be the strangle right before i break

i’ll be the small bead of sweat on your back.

you can be the lack,  i’ll be the love. 

i’ll pretend not to notice. you can be the denial.

tell me i’m wrong and i’ll be the bending fool

again and again running into you like a drum

you can be the vomit, i’ll be the cold floor

do you remember dying? dissolving in that 

blinding ocean of sighs? i was there.

i was the foundation, the time left over. you 

wanted to be the road and i let you. 

i was the last second before you left. you were the 

leaving. i wanted to be the ceiling, the cravat, the 

thing that holds you in. i wanted to be the skin

on your cock. you can be the air i swallow when 

i’m trying not to say your name

when you’re gone i am deathless. even the sky fears me.

but we could have been the world between the window

and the sun.  we could have been the river. 

we could have been the gaps between the order 

of things. we could have been everything.

convince me i’m wrong. about you. suck the lies

out like poison, i want to put your pearls

between my tits,  i want your mouth. you could be 

the skyline,  i’ll be the violent light. 

i have memorized your frame. some mornings you are

leaving right between my thighs. sweet and warm

and dripping.  i am wet for you. i am wet with you

you can be the vision of misery, i’ll be the hot come.

i’ll be the composure, you can be the careless one. 

you can fuck my heart again and again and again

i’ll be the one who pretends to like it. i’ll be the 

begging. you be the more.

i’ll be cool, just for you. i won’t need it. 

you can be absolutely nothing. i’ll be the stand in.

we can be the pause before a new breath begins

we can be the best fuck of our lives. you could be

the secret love of my life. i could be your secret.

jesus fucking christ, how do you not know by now?

that i love you like a loser looking for a ride home

that i am the salt lick, the animal, and the moan

i’ll be the one who never forgets. you can 

be this life. i’ll be the last. i can be full of you, 

you can take a rest. i’ll be the deathbed. you can 

be the regret. you can be the ignorance, the oblivion. 

i’ll be the silence, the ending. your perfect little whore.