You fuck like a dog,
some wild mangy mutt, a ragged cur
ripped from gutters of shouting.
Where fists bloom like bruised flowers;
you begged to be pollinated
by rents of restless rub,
far too sacred for your bowers.
Wrenched in your hunger
you dug your head into the dirt,
and swallowed the salty sea-water
that I thrust down your throat.

I pluck fruit from your boundless breasts
whilst bare ranks stir in my restless shadow
	some sour spectacle! yes, a secret sigh
a bitter display to see, oh, indeed—
Between your legs, your father’s sigil
Stall your release, orgasm saved for the space
silent, in which I - won’t see, 
dare not go, trespass, for ‘s not home.

this stale and bitter marriage
If our parts exchanged? shall it be
different to feel, hear, and see?
Just hold me close inside the house, not loam,
as doors perversely spy from white to black
A reliquary, my bones filigree’d,
shimmering with saint-dust
All the while beams rot in the rafters
refusing our roof, blackening quick.
My wrist is clasped and I hear rosary beads
cluttering, each a blister, Ave an ulcer

Orchards with some grievous fruit
unpickled pears and stippled skins
The rind split sweating teeth
	some pedophilic observation at your behest
in an outlaw’s mouth a pit lodged, you mutt
The hound barked and barked and barked!

Sheets snarl with herald-beasts,
	griffins claw where thighs divide,
and it pains me, with each slash, each gash,
like a self-flagellating lash,
	mildew crowned in the seams.
Every night, silently-fallen banners
drape themselves over your shapely body
your male ‘hips’ and your male ‘breasts’
	my knees are scraped, bruised,
as I kneel kneel kneel kneel
My hair a noose I plait myself
jawline longed-for and sackcloth binding chests
	my hips envied, my breasts envied
Counterfeit shit as we swap sorrows
	The sinister-house remembers,
our slithering-bed remembers, 
those rafters sing with joustings
floorboards the traitorous scribes
oak-grain a stupidly scrabbling Sisyphus
as we kneel kneel kneel
Kneeling at opposite altars, 
	Swearing covenants with our unseen gods,
our breaths like censers,
my spit damns the bed, you cuck, you fuck, dog dog

	up with a light
deluded as we
in our drunk dream
dangled in dusk
	Mouth closing on mouth
at times I think I feel love
and then you grope those hips
those hips, hips, hips you want 
	We tramp through the menstruating wine
there appears a figure half-remembered
bodies restored by a gentler alchemy
	sexes unsnared from the trap
	they gnash like wolves
	like you do, my dog,
	when you find other dogs,
	fight other dogs

Would-be knight and would-be bride
Knight gnaws for bride
scabbard wants cock
armor wants veil,
in my doorway I am shoved aside
	you are shoved inside
God why, God why,
my little dog, do not bite

Your jaw snaps on shadow
	I taste smoke in your hair
and a cherry stone cracked between us
sticky as sweat, bitter, and mineral
you hum with fleas
my nails dig splinters
	We spit in each other’s laps
you gnash I gnash panting tongue scraping pulp
and yet
	sometimes
		a glimpse

violet petals in the corner of the room
the bastard room, 
	bastard you
you’re folding over my shoulder
fingers trembling, 
uterus folding
we taste the other 
as if time could unspool
but the teeth 
on your maw 
the teeth, bite bite bite

clumps of my anorexic hair
coil in your fists
spine a crooked fiddle
	I sing to the walls,
violins played to the track
by some blind idiot child
shotgun bullets rattle towards me
they are white, full of futures,
they come from you
	my female husband
we tumble
	tumble through water
your claws dig boats on my back
and I do not fight,
I do not fight
	do not do not do not


all my bones
reduced to none

oh, just come
my little dog, stupid fucking dog,
the fire is gone