Found in Willow Springs 77
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I sense the metal
of you and gush
under your clamp.
A crushing dream,
blistering pulse.
Salty pressure
beating the blood
between lipped
implements.
The god-hold.
Holy seal.
A lunatic's zeal,
unseverable.
Carnivorous, you wrest
my will, pry
my glandular
affection.
I break my own
neck to see
your fatted face
erased by hunger,
obscured
by the lavender
gravity of the moon.
Both of us vanishing
in parts.
I am siphoned
by the ounce,
claimed: udder,
meat, meal.
Airlessly you lock
and pull.
Your mouth
all steel.
