Poems

[DJM]

I don't write as many poems as I used to - when I do, they're now usually very short, and usually metaphors for sex. Here's a couple.

"God"

You collect at the back of my throat, and your body names mine in the dark,

Make me bleed like a girl, something pitch black that you fumble within,

The night is so big, and your face in the light of the television:

That, that must be what God looks like.


"Killing My Boy"

That, that must be what God looks like.

His mouth was open when I set him on fire,

And he needed no eyes to catch the light,

His arms revolved in a smog of particles,

Scream as raw as prayer and drowned out as I

In a Startling shimmer of time collapsing,

And when it is over, he's in my head.

"Kissfelt"

Your thumb turns the page of my lips and my chin,

Uprooting the gasp of my eyelids in full bloom,

A mouth of yours collects my jawline, and the shiver tells.