geometry if inertia

[enfuego15]

Our lives run perpendicular
so we were bound to intersect.
our heads hit and you bled like black bed sheets
Im sorry. I wish it was mine that was bleeding.
you take me home and breathe on my back
so you can mold it to your stomach
as you plant yourself inside me
making me fit.
the evangelist on TV casts you skin blue
as the sound of bone
scrapes against Corinthians.
and you filled me up
and you hollowed me out
and you left me empty
post-partum
I was hoping you would do something interesting
but you are just a man
and I am just a counter;
you threw you keys on
my other lovers

we were pin stripes
pleating ourselves so we could touch
but at least we had a goal