Beneath The Cracks, She Finds The Cellar Where I Ferment

Beneath the cracks, she finds the cellar where I ferment

Making an addict from a dabbler

The despair and repulsion is grotesque in it’s beauty

Lewd and selfish with a thirst that cannot be quenched

She finds that spot in me…

Even deities blush

Their knees crack and crumble, its an all-consuming nothing

Trapped in my madness, caught in my clutch

I erase the distress and accept my depravity…

Perfect my debauchery

Barely holding on, you fall off the earth

But in the end, I will catch you

We forget for awhile… salty hair and sandy toes

Hearts drenched in gusts of briny wind

The troubles we left a few towns over

Fate bounding toward us with a new and strange force

Time is a stalker with a hook-for-a-hand

But the crook of my shoulder is neutral ground

You’re safe there

She was tangled up in my arms like a gordian knot, spine arching dramatically as she clenched around me.

The sound she let out was enough to push me over the edge. Exploding inside her, we trilled in unison. A discordant harmony.

My fingers unmade the buttons of your longing

Unlacing the cement that holds your damaged pieces together

You painted me with your amnesiac sins

I became the shrine for all your “broke and bent”

Draped around old frames

Coaxed like honey that drips from new fingers

Do you ever miss those nights?

The half-light of the bathtub, the bare thighs

The drip, drip, drip

You melted into something shimmering… like blood, like nothingness