Juxtaposition

You locked me outside for a hundred years
That’s where I learned to be
But my knuckles
they grew so sensitive to pain
And then you slowly pulled the curtains
I’ve never seen an auditorium so small

Can it be a dream?

Remains of your essence could hardly restrain
my intoxication of your veins
Passing through your gate
I had to shrink over and over again
Flesh free of shame
I am no surgeon  
I am no mortician
But I had my fork in my belt
Can it be a shield
against a deceased arm standing by its own?
I amputated your shoulder
to  eliminate the ghost of her resting head

Even when they are helpless

Your hands scare me

I lectured my skin on avoiding their screams

but my micro lungs got arrested in-between
I don’t breathe

Kayaking  on your red ocean
I want to shower your heart

But it’s a coffee bean

too dead to orgasm

Your pleasure spots are functioning no more
so should be your proud knee

Melting your right ear
to extract everything you said was true
smashing the left
I can’t taste what I injected yesterday

I couldn't fit 

amid the wreck 

I couldn't escape.

The earth should flatten around my debris.

Shrinking lover from Talk to her (2002)