on my hands and knees

from hands in between legs

to whatever it takes till,

blood drains from two heads 

(the ignition of your touch)

decomposition as tithes for relevance 

pungent reminders of dignity mislead

begging for the glimpse of courage

displayed your spine

not for your mind, but only for the mattress

the waists of shed pants 

feel better at the cinching of the ankles 

your mind only seems right 

at the undoing of another

your form

at the mercy of our illness

my head floats in heaven 

my soul dragging in hell

dying for hips meeting in the purgatory 

where i hope to get well

please…

build me, heal me, steal me

it’s my club 

so 

let me in!

we’ll meet in the purgatory of my hips

to see

if our stomachs leave whole

with the medicine leaking from within