She

She’s Ms Loves dirt for diamonds
Gargles spiders
Stops time, then steals lipstick
Tonight she’ll light one hundred cannons off one cigarette
She’s fast like snapping gun guts, cold like cellar’s bare foot
Then: the kind of woman you could love walks in:
She circles her
Beauty marks with the wet end of a blue pen
Staring softly through the high school play props and postcard parts of grown
men
She knows we jerk off to the daughters of the world
She’s all that’s beautiful and opposite sad music
Running through fields, in soft focus towards each other
And yet you. You boy you. You boy you
She was so black hold. So black hole in a china shop
She’s Ms Loves dirt for diamonds
Gargles spiders
Stops time, then steals lipstick
Tonight she’ll light one hundred cannons off one cigarette
She’s fast like snapping gun guts, cold like cellar’s bare foot
Now, she climbs the girth
Of one small stone step somewhere
Screaming vaginal sabotage in the sun
To the purse of loosely pinched flesh
Between the pit formed by her upper arm chest and top adjoining
There, you were
You were boy with all the walls
And so she took her sugar elsewhere
Whilst you shuffle with enlightment to date
She left you for the undertakes and his sensitive side
He’d say:
Baby morgues are people too
And I. And I. And I
After all, dear I love you
And I. And I. And I
Love you; He is so
I. I. I love you; He is so
When you open your mouth
She removes her gloves
And the sea pours mighty
From her hollowed sleeves
Until everything that is solved in
Life now begins to float around your socked and soaking ankles
Locks of semen
Tiny spears of beard
Clumps of baby teeth and even
A few cut feet of umbilical ribbon
Until you shut your eyes to
Draw the gloves back onto her
Gushing and half finished wrists
She brings the deluge
Tells you to bring nothing
But a rafts rope between your teeth
And some poem about yourself