November 2009
3 posts
some desperate chemical blood
i touch your mouth. i touch your jaw. i touch the shell of your ear, your shoulder blade, the inside of your wrist. you hum softly the engine in your chest hot and roaring like a furnace and when you exhale, softly, shakily, smoke rises. you compare yourself to a machine, longingly tracing patterns on you skin explaining the detailed webwork of steel and wire that lies beneath that mighty engine...
