Say Hi to Your Mom

"Next to walls that jut from the earth
like frozen trajectories of superheroes,
we nibble and jest about things that drain and the taste of lust.
And she is over here
and I am over there
and the unlucky dark cloud is in the middle.
We like to time ourselves,
we like to watch ourselves,
and her winks cut through me like a Ginsu:
my sweet sweet heartkiller,
my sweet sweet heartkiller,
my sweet sweet heartkiller,
my sweet sweet heartkiller.

And everything's good
and everything's fine
and everything's bitter like sweet things should be,
when I'm sinking my teeth into her"

Stuck in my head. What is with my obsession with biting lately? The tickle as their teeth drag along my skin, before finally taking hold, and then the gentle pinch. It's been going around and around in my head all day.

That's all. No soul-crushing depression today.

What can I say...I have good days sometimes.