WE HAVE ALREADY DIED TOGETHER
WE HAVE ALREADY DIED
TOGETHER
I can’t experience you
except as something I want
As real flesh to be kissed,
touched, caressed, licked, fucked, absorbed,
needed
You are me in terrible
desperation
looking at a clock ticking toward impossibility
looking at a clock ticking toward impossibility
existence with her clothes
ripped off
naked, crying and wanting to be raped
naked, crying and wanting to be raped
You are me in a horrible
state of lust and need that almost splits the fragile
carcass
and drains the life
force like a vampire or a black hole or
a crazy chick with a razor blade
I can’t say your name
without feeling like I have to lie to
everybody.
I can’t be in the same
country as you without looking into some awful hate and
love.
I can’t be anything that
isn’t you or think of you without thinking
everything
We have already died
together and my flesh won’t allow me to tell the lies that keep me
sane.
I can’t be on this earth
casually with you and I can’t live with what we really are and
aren’t.
I can’t be anything without
pressing my mouth to yours and breathing you until neither of us
exists
There is no more room for
pretending
We have already died
together