I want to enter the den of your thoughts
Like a snake slips into a birdhouse.
I want your fingers to comb my body like a bird,
a ring of smoke encircles my thighs.
I want to scale you like a mountain.
I want to pulverize you like hot stone.
I want to tear down the sides of cities.
I want to murder the yards of memories
that will hatch between us.
I want your mind to populate my mind,
To be the pictures hanging
from my martyred walls.
Man at the Bar
You are a nail that wanders
from plank to plank,
looking for a place
to bury yourself.