Monday 11 April 2011

oil (crude)

I want to peek
At your oil,
Let it soil me.
Feel it slide across my skin
The slippery slick
Sick substance.

I want your sin
Spread not thinly but thick
Deep and sleek into grooves
Smooth it is not-
Abrasion gives me more
Understanding of myself

Teach me.

I felt the removal of you
From the inner confines
Of my fake womanhood,
The wake of your
Departure
Tears a wound
None can stitch

I have sown my mouth,
Knitted south the infusion
Of my being
Bleeding
from this place.
The space - vast
Cast by the long shadow
Of you
Is...

Your peak oil comes
In a rush,
Gushes
Not lengthy
But briefly.
This is a lifetime
In my time.
I am your unnatural disaster

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