her heart beats on

i squeezed you tightly

hair covering eyes

arms adjusting

for length

suffocating my neck

trying to absorb

your internal bleeding,

mopping up wet red

with a used paper towel,

wanting with eyes

squinty shut,

to make you

better.

his hands find length

with ease

rearranging the lines

of dissent into some sort

of sentence of some sort

of death.

her heart beat on.

we sit cross legged now

backs find floors,

eyes find lids,

and tears sometimes won’t find cheeks,

and other times just won’t leave.

i prefer a daily dose of rage

to a sadness that lingers,

so let’s explore,

and find a volcano.

i want it

in me,

a mystic energy,

a life force of molten liquid,

fire in my belly,

and red hot hands.

something to keep my heart pounding

alongside hers,

and all the other hers

whose skin slipped off

into greedy, senseless hands.

dls