kiyoko
you can’t drain this overflowing
well, darling, nor drown it more
———
neon street-
light blurring
pleased eyes, much
less mind[ful]—touch,
triceps shake while
removing jagged
daggers, stitching back
paradise, enflamed,
snowfallen,
cruel angel,
you hated crushed
ice, but thrust it
upon each flower,
freezedried molten
sundown, dripped
bavarian toxin
from an apple
never offered
to adore all but
sound, Omega—
profound, slashed
symbol: deflating
fluffed, dreamt ego—
you beat magic[al]
reddened fervor
to black and blue,
purpled a saddened
Eeyore’s tail loose,
(your hand is on
my thigh, and i
wish to rip it
off and start
all over,
say no when
you tell me
to twirl
your hair)
sunset drive—
your “wolftruck”
whirs away
my Focus,
leaves without a
word on purpose,
etches clarity
along my edges
