the image is relentlessly flickering
her flesh, whiter than a ghost's bones, tangled in mine under fabric like armor against air conditioning
soft and sweet as marshmallow
free of clothing and fear
you, I felt your heartbeat once again and almost cried
and I showed you; I shed my old skin
you showed me you were open and I've never seen you smile so big
this was an emergency transfusion, a successful operation, we'd like to thank the surgeons involved, that sort of thing
fuck our volume
bathed in the silence afterwards
and yet now the image cuts in and out
should've taken a photograph so I can convince myself it happened
He needs to teach me to be patient, satiated, secure
(I'll sever my antennae)
I lost the trail back to my daily visual nightmares of what could be
or at least I hope that I did
stop the fearing
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