the chronic necromancy

 
 
Romance is dead  
so what the fuck do you      
want me to say?      
     
       
I want you      
   
I like to finger myself      
dreaming about the way        
your body      
tastes        
coated in      
my sweat        
   
You’re my favorite  
near-death experience    
   
     
Any of those?      
       
That’s lame.        
Even worse,      
it’s uninspiring      
     
you goddamn sacrilegious
piece of ass  
 
“I want you” is for  
pretentious bitches  
with big tits  
and small brains
 
I have neither
 
 
No. It’s more…    
       
My bones      
       
crave      
       
ribbons of your        
skinned desire in        
smoking coils      
around the table      
I lie on      
like a seance      
where        
you’ve come      
to bring me      
back from      
the dead      
and breathe rot        
from my supine      
body with a        
       
kiss that tastes      
like …      
     
dandelions      
       
My feet hammer the altar      
as the ceiling crumbles        
and blue skies sink their      
teeth in my neck      
while you tenderly stroke      
the side of my face      
       
I would ride your      
life to the ground      
flick my clit in your face      
as your mind cracked      
and I’d steal your breath      
just to give it back      
       
pressed against      
your body      
       
I would chain you to my hell        
until you called me devil        
and screamed at me        
to burn you      
       
more      
       
But hell is for children      
and my thighs      
should be your god      
as I rise above you      
infused with stolen lives        
and shambling dreams      
that don’t do anything      
but jolt me      
       
jolt me      
       
(a l I v e)      
       
the fuck else        
do you want me to say      
       
lay chrysanthemums      
on my grave when        
you see me      
and whisper      
your answers        
to the ground      
       
for I am there        
oil eyed      
fingers working      
at the way you move      
like life-filled lighting        
across my        
deadened mind