Knees hit the ground like guided missiles

I'm being whipped on a roller coaster
pinstripes like Von Dutch
such a good turn
tipping
my heart fell right out of the roll bars

sedate me
you syringe
tight fit
open me up operator
give me number nine

draw my bloodstream
on your canvas in the corner
cause you can't make eye contact
without wanting lips on lips

lay me in landscapes of snow
on bushes
bird nests
sinking

hilts of guns trembling
i see my breath in the air
escaping
it turns to frost before my very eyes
hazel

hate me for what i am
hankering for touch
so turbulent
you never want it to stop

fingerprints
pressing little red buttons of the heart
scuffed
with scratches its so well used

worn
as a watch on a businessman
workingman waiting for a shovel
taking the shit in this life one day at a time

are you the air i breathe
the beat after heart chambers skip
pump

plural like a noun
nuns at convents on knees
or knocking boots with a bar stranger
shot of strange leg for the night

i'll take all the blessings i can get
groping
fingering
gag reflex
i'll fuck you like you deserve to be
grasping to the bedside table
barley able to hold on
hurts so good

where do we go from here
hiding in the shadows silk
lurking liars
like noir movies
dames with their legs kicked up on my desk
fishnet stalkings
revealing red dresses talking
asking for help
thinking
"out of all the doors
with handles and knobs in this city
she had to walk into mine"

hanging on a heat lamp
waiting for black stockings to dry
after a snow day
hard fought
forts well defended from a siege

this memory does not taste the same as it once did

walking through worlds
wound
twisted like a spring
wounded from battles
breaking other men
on the fighting lines
where bullets burrow
in skulls

foundations crumbling
just to be in your arms
reflections in the waters ripples
holding hands with the shoreline
i go numb
neurotic
naming off late nights i spent with you
your voice i long to hear again

can we not be brought back from this cloud
careening out of control
car crash in the sky

what are eyes for if not to see you?

do these walls scream my name?

i've traveled through distant cities
being swept under the streetscape
deserts darting across the road
like rabbit run
lost dreamers...drunk

walk through this charade
sitting on a scorpions back
a familiar warmth

witch with a wine bottle
won't you sit with me
on the end of a cold bed
waiting for us to dirty it up

place your head on my shoulder
rest
i'll never have to leave
nor will you

it's the one that we find comfort in
even if just for one night




   
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inspired by 1Docmcruz (Nourish) on deep underground poetry.com  
   
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/292457-what-land-is-love/