i want to swallow your world raw. come home. i want to chip at the hem of your feet, have you leak as you limp, leave crimson puddles so i'd follow. come back.

i want to break your knee caps, to make you notice the dirt. can you see my flesh, my cartilage, my bones and dust? this is sand and these are my years. come now.

i want to wear your skin on my back, like animal's hide, i'd peel off your layers, mark incisions on the topogaphy of your skin-  this is where my teeth-hands unclenched, here is where my tongue-heart unlearns the lilts of your name. i want to give you back your cartology, come please. 

i want to watch you writhe. cackle as you dry out in the heat, you are so tender and raw, i almost halt the saline. this house is trembling for you, wipe your shoes on my cheek, come here please, where its safe-  honey i've been so polite. 

feed me glass from your spine, i'd pluck from your throat and we'd share your adam's apple. 

honey now my mouth is empty, honey, all i'd i ever do now is talk gravel.