Ragged, jagged cliffs of copulation,
stain brazen stretches of isolation...

I love you like America eats-
Unconscious and automatic...

I gave you the ability to burn bridges,
completely aware of the consequences...

I want to ski down the slopes of
your skin, temper your rigidity...

Cold, dead sound
filtered through...

Casual causeways of your essence and din,
built up to access a torn tissue heart...

Seconds to meltdown and no one seems to
notice unstable, volatile, combustible me...

I want a love that erases all the other...
That bleeds all over everything, messy, saturating...

Right now I need to burrow my head under my arms,
close my eyes and hide until this litany of fear...

Enclose me in your most vivid terror-
Swallow swiftly the texture surrounding...

All too rich, too raw, too real-
The delicate palette of life...

You hoard your affections in the fear that freely
spent, they would somehow lose value...