a bigger hand to bite my qualms-
of my mystique, a dragback fuck-
a poisionous whisper filtered through my
legs. an unconventional embrace
your body, my body- hardened clay
as we break- shatter in the name
of body-art pottery.

and your ceramic limbs, sharp and numb-fucking
wrapped their breadth around mine;
twine and wine for the faggots.
i scream in defiance but am muffled
by the chords of your voice
techno familiarity as it wraps it's song
slowly around my lower back, sweaty with

and I can do nothing but sing-
muted, silent-
a mirror lover- it's myself I love.