The Mincer


You’re glowing blue again,
Neon orgone, basking, stretching,
And every atom
Of every molecule
Of every cell
I love.
Although his kisses are still on you,
I know you want to be here,
Little death, swearing, running,
Tearing through clothes,
Tearing through skin,
Until we are naked.
Bone grating on bone,
Sweat and tears and blood and fuck
We love.