(no subject)
I sense a sequence of glaciers deteriorating within your swollen pupil.
I swallow fire. While you sleep I thaw your eye with red breath.
Surrounded by the opaque gasses of a geyser, the bed-sheets fill with impure matter.
The pond scum's filmy layer stains thick to the cloth.
You don't flinch or moan when the earth's crust liquefies in your heaving throat as I strangle it.
Your mouth is a spool of emeralds I wipe clean.
Around our bodies' geography, beautiful emissions whorl.
I molt but you don't wake.
I swallow fire. While you sleep I thaw your eye with red breath.
Surrounded by the opaque gasses of a geyser, the bed-sheets fill with impure matter.
The pond scum's filmy layer stains thick to the cloth.
You don't flinch or moan when the earth's crust liquefies in your heaving throat as I strangle it.
Your mouth is a spool of emeralds I wipe clean.
Around our bodies' geography, beautiful emissions whorl.
I molt but you don't wake.