Your eyes are empty treasuries
charred coals worn hollow by soft tears
aglow with alchemical gold
hard kisses adorning roses
with thorns throwing out flames on crowns
grown cold, whatever wise men seek
too meaningless now when we speak
your voice is a corpse crawling out
of your mouth, its weakness daring
me to desire you entirely
a curse that opens doors with teeth
eating me from inside with doubt
don’t kill the sorrow, don’t kill how
it knows we carry broken souls
how we carry our flamboyance
as a warning so don’t mistake
any of it for cowardice
put on this earth to stir up shit
to shift this world’s dust just enough
to lift its skirts, touch what no one
else has and blush to gushing froth
that unblemished cunt with this love
staining us martyrs whose plot licks
them in those parts we play too dark
no gift like (y)our backbreaking (p)act
always putting yourself down so
I won’t, explosive aversion
encouraging us both to shout
of how it’s been a long time since
sexuality questioned me.