and I don't give a damn
how your heart bends
when I come skidding off the stars
still covered in toxic fumes
to your bed,

dressed like a beautiful girl.
who really wants to love you
but can't get over her
oldest bite marks.
eyes wide like a
mad tiger.

fearless of the open gaps
between your words.
(focused near the end
of you one statement days)
I am reduced to
sounds.

weak moans of paper crinkling.
and tonguering to tooth clicking.
my poetry is overwhelming
and stick with passion
for you.

my most influential parts
are inflamed over you.
like the haunt of a harmonica
falling of your lips.