I'm near a cat with drawn out eyes
And a gentle piscine tongue
Fawns my outstretched hand and speaks of
Sundrenched lines unsung.

Such unsought affection disarms at once
And I, no longer detainee,
Protract each vertebrae because
A flea that troubled me.

I jump upon your lap
And dream of smoked fish in the sea
There's nought to do but pleasure seek
So stroke me
Stroke me
Stroke me.

If you were looking, you may see
A body suspended upon debris from some degree
I thought was me, and feverishly
Annihilated any chance for success for a pretty dress
With blue and white flowers.

And if my hands are spent from mining dream houses,
Blocks of lapis and small sheep will heal me.
I'll let you control daylight to save me and bring me back
If I wander astray.

I've become heady with hedonistic days, but for her ...
I construct torturous scenes of a patriarchy
And spend hours packing small girl eyes and their hearts
With cotton wool.

I'm too far away to see him but if he hurts her
No God will know me.

It's best if I'm moving, feet are for proving happiness
And if their skin is peeling then I'll let you kiss them.
As I breathe out, you breathe it in
Not intimacy but serious art, you and I.
Three years and I'm still not sure what that means
I'll take warm rice and beans any day over
Fleshy texts and sexed up red heads
With a penchant for pathetics.

I'm surprised to find you aren't deterred
By my vertical inconsistencies
My long bathing sessions and wet ears.

I'm finding bike chains and perfect jackets
And smiling when I think in cliches.