Your body melting alongside my furnace,
our white heat a climax of raging stars;
a cacophony of breathy vowels swims in my head,
compounding the acrid, musky scent of our steaming skin.
White rain rises from pores like fog in the summer morning's shining sun,
a yellow light that rises to praise you,
again and again,
with all it's power.
An odious lover left this tiny scar beside the blade of your left arm.
It looks me in the eye like God over the darkness of his land.
I'll cast him out of your left blade,
dig a ditch and bury the broken remains of his body and mind
alongside his blackened, bloody heart,
and leave you free to love at leisure.
--pour H
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