She - Subtle

She’s Ms Loves dirt for diamonds

Gargles spiders

Stops time, then steals lipstick

Tonight she’ll light one hundred cannons off one cigarette

She’s fast like snapping gun guts, cold like cellar’s bare foot

Then: the kind of woman you could love walks in:

She circles her

Beauty marks with the wet end of a blue pen

Staring softly through the high school play props and postcard parts of grown

men

She knows we jerk off to the daughters of the world

She’s all that’s beautiful and opposite sad music

Running through fields, in soft focus towards each other

And yet you.

You boy you.

You boy you

She was so black hold.

So black hole in a china shop

She’s Ms Loves dirt for diamonds

Gargles spiders

Stops time, then steals lipstick

Tonight she’ll light one hundred cannons off one cigarette

She’s fast like snapping gun guts, cold like cellar’s bare foot

Now, she climbs the girth

Of one small stone step somewhere

Screaming vaginal sabotage in the sun

To the purse of loosely pinched flesh

Between the pit formed by her upper arm chest and top adjoining

There, you were

You were boy with all the walls

And so she took her sugar elsewhere

Whilst you shuffle with enlightment to date

She left you for the undertakes and his sensitive side

He’d say:

Baby morgues are people too

And I. And I. And I

After all, dear I love you

And I. And I. And I

Love you;

He is so

I. I. I love you;

He is so

When you open your mouth

She removes her gloves

And the sea pours mighty

From her hollowed sleeves

Until everything that is solved in

Life now begins to float around your socked and soaking ankles

Locks of semen

Tiny spears of beard

Clumps of baby teeth and even

A few cut feet of umbilical ribbon

Until you shut your eyes to

Draw the gloves back onto her

Gushing and half finished wrists

She brings the deluge

Tells you to bring nothing

But a rafts rope between your teeth

And some poem about yourself