a bar stool choking with a thinning corpse
mistaken for a heart of darkness sage
a honey-layered death, mascara stained,
constrained in its soft touch by fear of doors
initiated hope through painful words
and dragging feet on smoking taxi rage
for kisses that show animals recaged
diffusing through the click of the unlocked door
red waterfall of silk and throbbing skin
cheap whiskey ripping frightened christian veins
discovering the bliss of out and in
like freudian tourists in a woman's brain
embracing death with desperate tears and grins
to melt exhausted from cold orgasmic pain