i want one

Dexter love

I wish Dexter was my friend in real life. 

Communion

If I tore my chest inside out,

tempered my fingers with glass and

cracked open my heart, what's the admission

you'd make for a peek?

Can you penetrate, elbows deep, relishing its warmth, kiss my slick spot,

remove gangrenous tumors black like ink 

and smile,

tenderly covering each bruise with your lips?

If I whispered in your ear, dipped in blood, would you

immediately look for a spotless sink? Or will you hold my hand

pressing into me for a better look? Would you

could you let our scent linger, mingle, become one before

excusing yourself to the little girl's room, announcing me

unclean.

Here I am dripping come stand by my side. Come

near come close come see come can't you fucking come.

I will sear you open, bandage YOUR wounds, kiss your pumping veins

collect the pieces falling far behind and press them in that damned

book of love we both left to rot in our shared torture chambers.

Come undone before me and I'll hand you the key. Press

your breast to mine and listen to the rush, scream my name,

and I'll bottle our shared tears and drink from them

eternally.