no soft kiss, be rough
with me, gentle makes me sick
i live when i vomit
into the trash can and my veins
pop, even years later i can feel
your light fingertips on my stomach
i live when the car almost kills 
us on the highway, i feel its wind
i love the brown crust
on the tops of your white teeth
i love your long hairy thighs
i recognize you by your legs
even with your head cut off
i live when my muscles ache
and work, when i look like you
i live when i feel like
you. no light touch 
anymore, when we fuck
i'm not even a participant
i'm watching though the slats
in the closet door and you
are the only one in the room