you-      

under milky moonlight

you-

thrashing beneath my strong arms

here is the dirty man with the ruin between his legs

bleeding now, he is an ampersand, a victory

we pull his teeth from his mouth, screaming, crying

laughing, it’s raining                       

and because we cannot shed our skin

you can only climax

with a gun pressed to your

temple and i-

i sweat brine under cold showers

you asked me once what my favourite place was

and I said wherever your shadow falls