Taxidermy party

It wasn't the first time
i took you home
on a sunday
for our old
taxidermy parties

bearing
our pulsating
capillaries to
the starry glitter
that was the essence
of our incensing intentions,
Peeling off
the sky and
replacing it
with scarring
as it became
our skin.
Watching
the roof
swirl into
the universe;

Swapping souls
and learning again.

Erasing eons
worth of information
just to feel content and

ignoring the calls
from our phones
even though it's
11 am
on a monday morning
and we both have work.

It wasn't the first time
we forgot the world
for each other.

Maybe the last though.