1
say spine, mean:
gunbarrel.
mean firepit, mean
hot rocks.
2
she is lying
down, the coals of her spine are roasting
the plump deception of her heart,
she speaks smoke.
i am not the only naked poem
in this room.
3
she is loving me like a punch in the jaw.
i am biting my tongue to keep myself
from i love you, i am
a collection of intestines
and no guts, i am
running from love
i'd have to fight
for, i am not
home, i am
not liquid fire
poured on sunset streets i am not
burning.
4
i am not burning,
i am having the end of the world for breakfast, i am
without the guts to digest it, i am
biting my tongue.
she is waiting to roast me
on the flat stone of her breast, i am not
fit for consumption, i will
not burn, i am biting my tongue, i am
in love with my shadow in the morning,
because i don't see it when i stare at the sun.
5
i am sure you are my shadow.
i am not certain i can put you behind me at sunset.
i have bitten through my tongue and left you
only with bloody kisses to remember my mouth.
6
iamiamnot, i have
no clumsy muscle
to cook over your spine,
cook my tongue,
i am not yet ready
to speak to you.
~Notes:
This is the finished version of this poem, I think.
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