White Sound

You leave your poems on my pillow

As you cover your face screaming inside them

With ecstasy from my potent love

I scoop you from the fragments

Of cotton and sage

Pressing your wild lips

Into dangling adjectives

My heart pounds out

Rivers of cream and

Twisted joy

Scribing you inside my iris

I have fallen inside the vessel of your

Golden straw

Let me write in your veins

Leaving my nail scratches and

Scribbling

And all that is you I adore

I'll paint the sides of buildings

With your steam

You scream poems into my pillow

Writhing in gasps

As I lick your ass finding the root

And I tangle your deaf white sound

On the tip of my pen