On & On

(**written for sordid summer challenge)

Love me like a serial killer hunting for the next whore to torture & kill or like a pyromaniac 

compulsively twitching to the smell of spilled kerosene reeking 
at the back of his trunk. Love me 

as psychosis distorts your thinking process, when tourette is making you swear & curse like a drugged, 

drunk skunk or when paranoia is at its worse & everyone seems to be after to get you-- 

Shhh... listen baby, don't be scared I'm here for you. Here, take this gun then shove it 

deep inside my mouth while I drag the knife down my stomach to my thigh, to where your tongue 

obsessively crept on late last night, then yank my hair out of frustration of losing grip 

of what's real and what's not but I want you to carry on, in fact I want you to make every movement hurt 

just a bit more until I can't stand up anymore to the thought of loving you on & on        

& on, just like that.