i used to write poetry before i wrote haikus about my dogs.

[madame_twitch]

"sixes"

i make imaginary lines in your skin with my fingerprints
moans in the form of closed eyes and gasps
we dive into ritualistic love
missing the point, but oh, hitting the spot

heavier, heavier
free falling into figurative snow
cold, soft, and temporary, i ask
is this fear or regression?

i am lost
physically, i feel you, but
i'm missing you in ideals
your patterns are not cohesive or real

crumbling, crumbling
your limbs go on for miles, but comfort not
he is grease, soaking, choking
you are lye, singeing my skin

i find you in road blocks
behind cones on the way to oblivion
you make it impossible to cease
and should i thank you for that?