johnsonboy

Fit To Be Impaled

I want you all over the place
in all kinds of ways
I want your yes and your no
together
Where is your heart? Ill see

Heres mine, on this side,
only blood and and a little flesh,
go and tear it out
like thatI want
the separation anyway.

I want
you to want
my smoking bones
my waterspouts, my flume.

and to gasp out the word fuck
as I dally, as we fiddle, while I bloom.