This is a rough-ish draft

I dream of you in fishnets. not fishnets, but
fishnets.
the kind you catch fish with.

you, doused in butter and creme fresh.

i want you.
lay you down in the bed i've made for you....
the bed i've made for you out of skeleton hip bones, head brain crackle,
and cigarette packs cut into
a full scale replica of the entire spanish inquisition.

i want to scrape the dirt from under your nails with my teeth.
i want to fuck the crust from under your eyelids with my fingers.

can i be your dairy maid?
your father figure?
your naughty politician?

if i your hands were bound
to the shower curtain bar
and your feet
stapled to the floor
i could project film regarding the
sex lives of geese upon your
thin pale flesh
i would eat popcorn and
masturbate
i would douse your head with
kerosene

This love barrels through me
like a freight train sometimes
My heart hangs swollen heavy
My body, slumps weak

Post operative haze,
I travel in past time regression
to a place once been
but never felt.

no revved engine ready to roll at the slightest sign of a green light.
no intertwined skeleton bones holding space as to not fall apart.

Seeking:
sucker fish pronouns
lip locked engine revved
speed champ
cosmonaut.

It was predator snake vision red stains
It was a blueberry smell in the dairy aisle
It was a moon beam dragon beast lifting rabbit heads into shopping carts
It was that feeling that
somewhere somehow someone
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