you are
a punctured can of spraypaint, bleeding
earnest Convictions into grim cement.
punctured, you would say, by God
a long time ago you turned to look at me
your eyes were question marks
your mouth an asterisk
and I still don’t understand
i love you to the Endless and back
you can be Dream and i’ll be Delirium
and maybe we seek Destruction
without knowing it
and i love the feeling of you
of curling into you, pretending myself into
your second skin, your
body armor, your bulletproof vest
but I want for you
to turn West like a Wild Thing
grow like a weed, bloom like a flower
Mash and Gnash your Terrible Teeth
punctured, you would say, by God
and i still don’t understand
and maybe we seek Destruction
but i want for you
love
