Real Love

I want to rip you open and climb inside

I want to grab a tit in each hand
      sink my teeth into the flesh between

I want my teeth chip on your breastbone
      tear you apart and put you on like a suit

I want your flesh to close all around me
      discover gills, breathe sanguineous

Because your words are nothing, just vomit and pre-shit that you shove into my ears. I want to plunge my head into your liver, your intestines; I want bile to spill into my ears. Your words are useless unless I can get them where they come from, from the shit of you. What your heart feels is nothing unless I can feel it too, unless I can wrap my fist around its beating and squeeze every drop from it, stain my teeth with it. I want your blood to cake under my fingernails. What you tell me is in there is nothing unless I can find it for myself. I want finger-fuck your ventricles. I want to rub your aorta like a clit. I want to fist your heart. I want you to cum blood.


This is real intimacy

snotting in your lungs
      pissing in your belly
            knowing what it feels like when you shit

Intimacy is fucking you from the inside out

Your body, your words, your love is nothing

unless I can hatch from you like an egg
      a ruined vessel
            drip with the afterbirth of your insides
      and lick you off my lips

Real Love is breaking you into pieces and smashing what’s left of you beneath my feet