Inside: we are a mess
Of flashbacks and diluted green tea
(d’you know how gross it tastes?)
That’ve never been sharper.
Inside: you are a madman
And I am perfectly sane
Except I’m full of wolfbane
That prevents calcium from
Building razors inside the cavern
Of my mouth.
You’re putting your head in between a lion’s jaws
With eyes wide open;
Ready to accept the loss
And eager to provide entertainment.
I hop on it’s furry back
And land right in between the vertebrae
Clutching its neck
Wrist bones deep in melted gold.
Sold. Our relationship has been purchased
By the ones who can really nurture it.