Cut the cords away
this is a sensation...

The quiet languor in his eyes...
the subtle strength visible in the slope...

We got naked together.
I wanted to...

Break the links of the chain
break off pieces of...

Tease me tease me with
gloss and matte...

There is
roadkill on the street, bloody...

Cover me in dirt, baby
and I'll be your nightmare...

Today's
Virgin Mary...

I wrote about him on scraps of yellow wrapping...
with the only pen I could find...