where the sternum meets the clavicle,
i want you to rip it apart like a wishbone...

morals in abeyance, our sin-stained lips
take to every vice with black-tar dreams...

The shadow visits me when the moon
unravels his luminous beauty, swaying...

a plucked tongue, uprooted and transplanted in
foreign lands before the seed was sown...

fixated on your protruding collarbones,
i swallow the evening sun, bathing in the...