Home in me,

and I in you,

the pulsing, raging, blood red lust

breathes against the window pane

creates a mist and drips beneath the heat

how we conquer mind numbing nothingness

beats me, beatsmebeatsmebeatsmebeatsmebeatsme

and I remember wishing she would just beat me like that

instead of blessing me with words like this,

“You’re worthless,” and “You’ll never be.”

and I agree, you are better at home in me –

How we kink it up, phone chord tangled around fingers and ask

how are you? No. No safe wordsnosafewordsnosafewordssafewordssafewords

just truth.