oh sweet pea my lips
are fat with your poison
fat with your skin
pressed the pressing
of skin is a precious
thing and so are your
soiled words hushed
against my neck against
my neck I use my breasts
to brace for efficiency
they hold more than milk
you leak nightshade
all over my sheets all
over my skin the muscle
of your hands the bend
of my muscle under your
hands fingertips like
oleander petals and I
am sleep love drunk
rolled in flannel
the fire escape moon
silhouette on my thighs
on my thighs on this
skin love like luck
could be a myth and me
a drowning siren