biting into a metal bar

Alright Arabella,

this steel is just stellar

tucking quickly into 

metal?

the resistance

of feathers -

a plume full of nothing -

or the bitter shock 

of steel on your teeth

for some sort of explanation,

a vibration 

upon meeting the bar

met by a gum,

softly walloping under such circumstances.

Call us in advance next time!

call us

so we can have tea ready

roasted

processed

bit and

lost and

granular and banal

mood//light

a togetherness that approaches with more certainty than daylight, does right in directing delight into your eyes
intellectual bondage with no safety words or processing beyond the automatic writing of poems, streaming from a ghost of another timeline
a melted fleshy red mush, swirling in liquids of oozed out gloop, slightly mixing in with yours.
look at us now, pathetic, ugly, together, insulting the order of calm and the breeze is ignoring the comical sounds emitted by orifice squelching and violent nothings.
sharing an analogy
logically sharing it all
no share anomaly
all according to plan
unexpected
impressed

whose and for whom?

off

i made
an arrested appearance as swift as an arrow

it worked,
as you clapped me inside your palms
it's sweaty and smells sweet and like bleach here

is this all you've prepared for me?
i figured it would be something bolder.

i breathe in discomfort
while getting the sticky tags off

a mission without orientation,
intention
or obsession.

but i am counteracting that
as i'm groping at your skin cracks

marking my presence
and our past.

a pillow not so soft
but organic so who's complaining?

mass of pulse
pink. raw. brown. red. wet.

i am inside you. you are inside me now.
we've completed the circle.

animals.

a dirty shot

devastatingly primal

first shot from the cupboard

was all made of dust

extract of disgrace lingering on her lips

she licks them and smacks them together

uncharmed

a comedy piece on her rightness of feel,

the disparaging hoping and wonky-soled heels

a perpetual criss-cross of anticipated default

-a knot

in the throat she disables,

unharmed.

fresh

she caught fragments of shattered glass
between her lips
in slow motion
arching her back
just like a stretching cat in the sun.

she cut her lip on the sharp edges
drop on her cheek
in slow motion
shutting her eyes
just like a stretching cat in the sun.

she sat back in sheer terror
fear in her eyes
in slow motion
counting backwards
just like an unstretched secret in the night.

spitting out and wiping frantically
taking it all in her stride
decidedly avoidant
resourcefully ignorant
arguably innocent
just like the first day in her life.