duet ii ~ into my loneliness comes iv

[iii]
{//dear butcher: i brought a doll to a knife fight... you were beautiful in the half-light... that straight razor sharp in your throat... i swallow//}  
there was so much i want'd to say in the aftermath, tho i've been told_  
what does it matter..  
... i want'd to eat the chords pressing against your skin,  
d'vour notes pouring from your tongue  
as tho your mix'd signals were permission  
to confess it's you i lure up the staircase each morning  
like a veil'd siren.  
 
first door to your left.  
 
[ii]  
{//it burns... occasionally, i seek the cold flame & find it in the eyes ov a goat... i have kebabs & beer...  satan has no use for more virgin sacrifices//}  
unmask'd, we stood in our skin  
just us, away from prying eyes, from the tags we wear  
& your small harem & my cock cabal ~  
just us, utterly raw  
so i could admire your pale bones in the black sunlight  
then keep to myself that i found you unspeakably beautiful  
as you stood there unstitch'd  
as i pluck'd away dark flowers;  
there in the midmorning light  
the two ov us  
cocoon'd in metal  
 
[i]  
{//i have been smoking hash thru a pipe dream... you lay the foundation... allud'd... goddamnit//}  
good morning kisses i read too much into  
even when given in passing,  
an afterthought to which ever shit we're shooting  
because i'm one of the boys & you see me frameless,  
without allure  
without the usual war paint & trappings  
just me  
& that's never been enough