I know you would like to come home with me.
even if you do not have the words for it in a world
of txt messages and the facebook. but these words are
not for those things, these words are for the sky eater
and all the great explores that I've never heard of.
for the great white serpent in your pants and cum
crushed bed sheets. (don't tell me you don't know
anything about it) I know what it means when he
does not call with his long body all night begging to "be
fucking inside you coral". and I'm all like
'o hell sam." and then I am breathless or
wordless in the wilderness of his eyes.