poisoned constellations (for Courtney, cause she asked nicely)

Take my hand
let me be your slow poison
I always wanted to be injectable
memorable
leave you with constellations of scars
that you can dream to
fuck to
touch yourself with
when you're alone in the dark
and there is no one there
but the memory of my high

Let my kiss be an apocalypse
and we'll run wild and naked
through the barren streets of ourselves
maybe I'll find you
licking gutter ash and dried spit
maybe I'll create you
as ephemeral as the wind
an artwork of plastic bags
lit on fire
to burn and burn and burn

Maybe you find me
tounging an empty wine bottle
someone used as an ashtray
and I'll drink the dregs of it
and kiss your bruised face
my lips leaving a glorious brand
on your pale skin

Maybe you'll create me
elevate me to more than gutter trash
someone pissed on at midnight
when the streetlights blew out
their golden shower
a gift to the scorched earth
I accidentally got between

Take my hand
let me be your slow poison
cause fuck knows, you're mine
and I'll let you trace the constellations
you marked me with  
with whatever part of your soul
you care to bare tonight