Already the Day

Already the day tastes like pain
And need. Sleepy drunk and exhausted from
Wanting. My stomach hurts, I look at your picture,
Feel literal physical hunger for your thick essence
Trickling into my empty churning gut.
I want to be perched like a fat parrot
On your couch again, your artist's hands
Pulling and twisting in my hair as I learn
The taste of your distance, the fact you never
Call afterwards. I love the fierce ambition in you,
Clean hard lines of work schedules, your skateboard
Propped against the wall, those terrible beautiful silver
Wheels like Christmas chimes in my tear stained vision
As I choke and slobber on your length. Faster faster until it all
Starts dripping from me, the tears falling on your cock
And salt and your delicate sweetness combining
To decimate my soul. You never take your cap off,
It almost slips from your soft cherubic curls
When you throw your heartbreaking head back to groan
But not quite. I feel the tremors of your violent
Pushings into my tiny space and the world rocks
On its axis as I lick the backs of your beautiful knees
And your grunting commands pierce my darkest
Childhood shadows and I fall helplessly in love
Against the cool hum of the AC as you proceed
To break my body and windpipe
And mercilessly rock my fucking world.