Splaying my hand on the broken
mirror to cover the pieces of my face
I think of you and the white grains
of dust crushed into my skin.
If only everyone could love you
as much as I love myself,
the world would be a better place for both
of us. We do look alike don't we. You cross
yourself and swear otherwise with eyes
like my mothers and a mouth like
my baby poodle. What that makes me
only the face knows, but its too bloody to speak
clearly. You turn my greasy knotted heart
into strands of intertwined orgasms
and the rising planet in my mind
gleams like half of a tarnished coin
turning in the vacuum between my sheets.
Two particles per thousand cubic meters.
The banging on the wall
is our neighbors. An old couple
of cheaters. I bang back with the top of my head.
No one licks my wounds like I do
and you hurt me bad. Tonight we inhale love
and you give me sex to make it all worth something.
