reuse my nerves
until i become
your quote. lost inspiration
becomes your passionate
void. dumbed by our suicide
toes. bath away my stapled
feelings until their new
is less than our marital slumber.
i'm am without me in stubborn
poems.
parched without moans
starry nights attended with
careful skyscraper veins.
we were restless in our
protagonists and the plot
died on our distilled skins.
i will back into your lights
scream your straw like
facials into oblivion
until the depth of our
matrimony throats are
parallel again.
