Deliver to me your sins

The green hills sing their refrain, reverberating

The creatures chase the sun away like game

And we are gravestones in the morning garden

Always falling into one another like drunken fists

Hauled by ancient wrists

Putting down roots, pulsating together

Soil communicating

Last breath’s kisses

But I would know you every lifetime

This corpse, aware of you still…

The only one who loves me

I betray and recommit myself

One thousand times each hour

Until sleeping skin falls through my fingers

Your hair is razor blades rolling through my brain

Deserted ships of feeling

Littered on a milky shore

Nothing feels real anymore

Not when you’re here

We’ve watched seasons crumble over earth

Seven years in time

Patching up wounded flesh with threads of promise

The only one who knows me

I forget and remember you

A million times each day

Until the skies caress me with betrayal

Your eyes lucid and pale, knowing the truth

Discarded promises of freedom

We burn them over the fire to eat them

Nothing matters anymore

Now when you’re here

Love and contempt to you

I noticed and tempted you

Are you walking away or closer?

I can tell your kiss is bone

Did you fade into tears in my nighttime?

Did I die before?

You promised that you’d hold the door

When we crawl back into soil

Being treated like nothing more than a free-use fucktoy. A public cumdump. A public toy. Maybe being forced by me to get naked in that one dirty or busy men’s public bathroom. Made to undress there, kneel down and wait next to the urinals. Imagine the first men walking in, confused at first, careful at first but sooner than later they start to use you. Grope you. Feel you up. The more they start using your body. The more people will follow. The shy and nervous energy shifting to a feral and horny one. Pushing their fat cocks into your mouth. Groping you.