Kiss me, ten-eyed virgin,
white-eyed, split-minded thing.
Kiss me like religion
and other antique things.
Kiss me, wild young spirit,
quick-bodied, slow-minded thing.
Kiss me with your sharpest knife
and make sure you dig in.
Kiss me, crumbled autumn leaf.
Make it feel like spring.
Love me, make me feel like shit.
I’m the bird without its wings.
Kiss me, airy, spacious dream.
Rip me at the seams,
tell me what I love is wicked
and other things they deem.
Cut me, violent, virile vision.
Trace my spit to source.
I’m frothing, twitching, playing dead,
just begging for remorse.