He teaches you everything
by saying absolutely nothing,
in semantics of silence
glint in his eye is the blade
which guillotines the feminine from your lips
Fights with his right hand
caresses with the left,
another tattoo and his arms
may fall from his torso
Ill, still, thrill resides in the
balanced elbow waiting to be thrown,
but at night, alone, he knows
like leprosy waiting to chew flesh
showing sensitivity could be his only salvation
Another month of Hail Mary
and only his Mother calls him lover
Jesus wept and then cried some more
crucifixion reflects like stars in reservoirs
and the only mirrors being smashed belong to you.
All men have secrets and let it be known
dusting knuckles breach further than one skin
More blood on the antimacassar
he laid across your groin,
mere southpaw swipe and
the passing bell tolling the knell
drags your knees into thighs
When a thief kisses you count your teeth,
the pugilist could become your priest
whence you realise rosary beads
are not confined, clenched,
across your neck
Honey bones and dew drop wrists
deep throat kisses to puncture lungs
are not enough for skeleton survival
