Poem: in the dissolution of your early grave

this is absolution- a shock kiss strangle of the day, with you,
my
sick, sad lunar friend, there between solar system
and the thought of my vulgar
body,
the loose construction of epithelial laces
THE FRUIT OF MAN,
and the pregnancy of chaos, existence, yours quaint and diseased
a dissent of light and cigarette addiction;

i love you.


AND OUR arteries are now
bubbling from within, and your fingers are babbling inside
their own bones, inside me, a hundred pieces of
stagnancy, arthritis make them stone,
worthless and i will love every
sinking of my skin (or how i would have imagined it), deep in restraint,
the talk of the town, an odd puckered shape,
look how we have wasted all these years!
all this sexual tension, in the sucking of oxygen
your voice an infection, a grave,
hungry and astute and always sleepless
if i could have you anyway, you say,
and god will merely shrivel up into
a rippling of teeth and clatter,
and i wouldn't refrain I WOULD'T REFRAIN
i will pull out petal by petal, eye and eye
and kiss each wounded speak and talk and break...

if i could have you anyway,
i would love you like the sea like the sea like the sea
i love you
like
how you empty yourself into me.