Iron Lung

letters unfinished
paused somewhere
between oblivion
and sent
so much
I cannot
say, so
much I
long to
scream-never
know when
or what
is appropriate
when we
meet, premature
verbalization, insults
agony, spill
from my
cheshire grin
sold my soul
twice just
to watch
your lips
purse and settle
into a smirk
to leer as you hammer lascivious logic like mighty Thor into the
place
where my worthy commodity sat stagnate, virginal stale, cob-webbed until
you breathed...in.