In threatening handwriting.
Like the blue of her body.

Necrophiliac of dreaming.
Stuck in my throat the swallow.

The female.
There was a room.

A room in the house.
The strange walls shiver.

A hand on my leg I told you.
Dripping with chains.

From eyelashes.
White after midnight.

Don’t say it.
I told you.

In a glass jar her species.
I was face down in saline.

Smashing of pearls.
Sex grounds for tarantula.

Electronic my longing.
In the hand of God eternal.

And the glass in my bare soul.
The cold drawer unveiling.

Whip crack and I stumble.
Parched lips left parted.

I left it.
I left it I told you.

There.
For you.       

This diamond of bodies.