I want to whole-heartedly
give you
to someone else.
Hell, I don't even know
if it's you we're talking about
here.
I want you to become
a part of someone else.
I want you to twist up
their insides
when you break it off.
I want to always
look at you as something
better than sandpaper,
or hand-to-hand combat.
I want you
to always shimmer
when we go out
at night.
I want everyone to
know you're there.
I want no one to see
you loosen up
when we're under pressure.
I want you to stay
tight, together,
stable, unnerving.
I want to give you
to someone else,
so I can stop feeling so...
-i don't know-
compulsive about
this 1-way relationship we have.
I want you to be
your perfect self,
to hold you in place of a pen,
to hold you in a place
akin to the esophagus
of a putrid mammoth
before the bulk,
young & needy valentines
in corporeal envelopes.
I want to buy you a sheath,
to polish your skin
with japanese waterstone sets
& Shapton mineral oil.
I want to give you
to someone else,
so I can see the flash
of NO FEAR
reflecting from
the rodent's eyes.
I want to give you
to someone else,
so I can learn to finally
fear DEATH.
-photos & artwork via Meth Lab photo/art-correspondent:
Pantifesto's Porntastic Phunhouse-
