Musecatcher

i tear at the flesh of olives, hungry for the body of earth
cranberry for the swell of her lips
honey, for between her thighs

we dance with our serpents
i eat the her in me

one day we will collapse into laughter
this is merely introduction
a shaking of hands from across the bars

her face is made of bars
i must chew through every one
only then will she see

age is thin
life thinner
breath threads itself around a wire
and we are real

to see the gaze
go to the place behind the eyes

the skin is just a place
where God plays chess
sometimes he knows he is playing
and sometimes he forgets