Your breath is syrup on a cracked lens, Molten halos licking my fence, Eyes like opium-glass, slow and torn, I bloom like a bruise in a crown of thorns.

Sweat-slick prayers drip from your jaw, Static angels with lipstick claws, I taste your shadow, thick and low, A velvet rot in afterglow.

We writhe in ultraviolet honey, Sticky saints, warped and funny, Skin to sound, bone to hum, We chew the ache till we go numb.

Black rose mouth, chrome-wet grin, Baptize me where the night gets thin, Breathing rust, electric sin, Let the fever start again.

Tongues like comets, slow and bent, Perfume of heat and basement cement, You hum me open like a wound in bloom, Neon mildew in a velvet womb.

Flesh turned echo, echo turned light, Ghosts in sugar, haloed bite, I smear your name across my nerves, A serpent made of curves and verbs.

Ultraviolet honey, down our spines, We glitch and grind in ritual time, Pretty decay in a perfect line, We bloom like rot that tastes divine.