Anal

A tourniquet bed
tarnished and scented sheets
moth eaten cloth of heady, anticipation
dull static flicker from the TV
shaping your face with its
attention seeking vortex
damp walls and a wet heart
flooding inside your shirt
you, holding steady and prepared
you, touching lightly to prepare
I, only a broken gloom of skin
I only a faceless pity within
You, with your soft lips
and softer hands
you with your
dreamy earlobes
and your metal earring
lick-able
you, are so beautiful
you are so doomed
Here in my arms you are doomed
as i am
without the knowledge that climbs into my eyes
steadily
steadily
like vomit
ready to upturn violently, but surely
upon your poetry
of this and that wisdom
this and that cunt
this and that country
this and that cock
and bull
this and that pubic enlightenment
of un-shy words.
you asked for an open can
an open woman
an open book
of an anal girl
stuck inside her own ass with her head in between
her head swimming in her rectum maybe
looking for all the value punched inside
her intestine
punched in,
pulped in.
gulped down,
bent down.
In
Her beautiful breasts
Her beautiful body
her humming skin.
The little noises
she makes when she kisses your memory
of some day you are speaking of
between your ribs
She is so safe
and warm
so very slumberous
and encompassing
In
Out
In out
In out
The world contracts and devours
In out
In out
In out
The heap of her hollowness
Her empty giving
Her empty sharing
Her emptiness
Fills you
Fills you
with pride
fills you
It fills you
And then you empty her emptiness
Elsewhere
In some other thigh.
On some other night
So unlike that one
So like her own
self
with her anal ways
her anal hide
swimming up her anal,anti-kind