I gladly reopen the scar in my right side
wanting to climb inside and mix with your blood
my bones absorb the flavour of your tongue
who are we to judge each others dreams?
walking naked across my floor, implicating me in your steps
envying your ability to not grapple with the air
you continually slap my face with impermanence
when fixed on each others words, I am first to look away
as you leave Im stopped in mid sentence
watching the dog turn into an elephant and back into a dog
through a choice to remain silent, can we halt time?
we have been spared familiarity, we have bound skin to skin
I am a gambler, we are a terrible match
you project me to heights where I cannot fly
when I lie with you the world is at peace
we knew when to tie the ending tightly
I will always search for your print on anothers hand
as if we have never parted as if we have never met
the indulgence of timeslessness was kept from us
now we are said and done my heart regains its crazy rhythm
reminded of the taste of your skin, I smile and turn inside
I am not alone as we lie together
as you hold me, as you kiss my skin
as you claw at my ribs, as you spit in my mouth, as you pick at my wounds
as you make me bleed, as you carve my flesh, as you strip my bones
as you lick my blood, as you taste my meat, as you take out my heart
as you piss on my face, as you fuck me
as you love me to death, as you bury me in shit
I am not alone
Ross Booker - Invite 2007