poker face

I hate this uncertainty

Visited upon me

But I am so, so

Transfixed

Waiting

To see your hand

Mindfuck

I want you deeply
Wholly
Within my head

Forty Fathoms

Absorbed

And when we kiss

Submit soft lip to lip

Absorb that vital charge

And waltz electric

Reel backwards, inwards, onwards

Heavy eyes, once opened

Succumb to mist

See in yours cloud lifting

blood bath

Deep Tarocco sanguine
Flowing steadily faucet-wise
On my back I watch my toes rise and curl
Raise my hips upon my palms and point
Up to a fleckled ceiling of swirling shadows
As the candles flicker as a whisper
escapes my lips:

"The night is only a sort of carbon paper,
Blueblack, with the much-poked periods of stars"

Half in smugness for recalling the line
But most because my muscles keel
Splayed, I sink into the lapping tides
Overflowed gushing crimson makes wet
And did you know the hands are barely visible
From the bottom that is,
And that the bubbles were uniform at best
but still made an adequate beard?

Dry

Cloaking dust
you land like
sweet silk shrouds
upon my
aching shoulders

Light as death
carry me
star-bound
on high
and release

Superunleaded

I'm going to fill myself up

Superheaded