the taste of physicality, since the body
cannot lie: iron, chlorine, calcium, steel.
your mouth is a field where i
hesitate to invade but
am always sore to evacuate.
your body heat has a permanence, a way
of attaching itself to my hands and my lips,
till detachment is a bruising inferno.
when my muscles shake with exhaustion,
when my blood boils with frustration,
when my mind aches with dissatisfaction,
i will call you home
until the rust and the erosion drive me away.