Eat Glass

             It's us, brought to be. Steel wool and a small battery
Waltz through troubling pain. Eat glass. Kiss. Smile, beautiful thing, and tie back that salt sea. Lipstick stains from bloodied gums.
            Bite and snarl, animals, non-hostile.
Lying still as the air, hot as the oven, waiting for something sweet. We have patience.
            Lounge,
                        Lounge,
                                    Lounge,
Other words for lazy and in no particular hurry.
            All these grand plans, great campaigns, dissolve into disarray,
                        A low hum,
                                    A smirk.
            Pool, dripping, dropping, words and touches. Misty eyes.
Breakfast,
Or maybe lunch,
Quite forgetting there's a train to town.
            Do not depart, tiny power. Do not allow me to drain you dry.
Head clicks into throat, fingers knowing.
            Thank you. Tell me now.
Thank you.


            Wearing a stolen blanket of stars.
Blue smoke, skin, laughs, laughs.
                        Time raided from those who deserve it more.
Celebrate, let's have a drink, celebrate, the end of the day, celebrate the start of a new one, celebrate.

            Hands soft, grass soft, breath soft.
There's a word for this feeling.
                        I'm sure.
Do you know it?
            Let's slow down, if we go too fast, though that's unlikely.
Teeth,
From under lips.
Cheeks,
Advance on eyes.
            Eyes. Green rolling hills.
            Eyes. Kinder, crueler,
Lovely,
Lovely.
            Door creaking. Steps fumbling. The airy impact of cushions. The sigh of our springs.
I feel this urge again. I must thank you.
Now you say it.