blushes

coronary obsessed

face me here face me here into a pit
a dirty pit, a dirty pit of weed and rash and
all that's dead in the back of your closet.
face me here look me in the face,
dust up your ass, look me in the face,
rotten sty, look me in the face
seedless eve, look me in the face

look me in the face, the site of unwelcomed
grace and your unmolded taste, on your unseemly
absent soulless devil's gate, i see you, i see you
unimaginable bore on our last date.

but what is this? a flutter with your hand upon
what may be the last of my patience, a drop
into a pool, a cool dip of a fountain's rush
of what you last ate, emanating
the room with your skin scent,
into a glance fit for talking to ourselves in the mirror,
a voice fit for practicing signals.

your face here, your face! my anger,
my original anger melts into a marble,
a bit like candy, a light blue and green swirl.
oh your face your face your face your face

face me here face me here into a pit of weed
into a pit of your old shower water
into a trunk of your biggest secret everyone knows.
face me here with a bottle of gin,
face me like an animal.