sunday

splintered fingers snag

in the honeyed dawn,

dreams are folded away.

I want to stare

until I can feel you,

the soft rambling damnation

of your skin

.

smear

you smear through my consciousness,

the color of thought pulled to

your pale skin

I empty of everything

but desire

.

you are the weapon of my destruction

the sky opens like a

wound, flesh rendered

succulent.

reverent fingers twisted

into the soft

mortality

of another day,

a red aria smeared

into a final silken

night

.