The warm fold of shoulders
turned purposely away…
words, callous dollops
chafing tongues, ulcerous…
unctuous sperm, skin, propulsion
used as weaponry…
Afterwards, a thin dolorous stench
You said we would be brutal to each other.
I didn’t believe
rage gathers an apex
‘til skull-struck volts & a shattered glass
mattress brought souls fish twisting
& seared by each piece severed .
How can it be
when desperation once bred gentleness,
when fugitives met, created a safety,
not of calm, but edginess susceptible,
a comprehensive ebb we broke in
& were released by?
Now hands, fingers come back, little
crippled repairs scooping wreckage, its
twiggy plasma, this half liquid, half clay
patch-packed as a poultice
for the feverish children we are