your voice over the phone turns me into a crumbling wall. imagining your handwriting makes me feel horny. my cogs really click when i think of the veins lassoed upon your forearms.
let me unwind you. let me turn your desires to stones falling inside of you, and wait for them to hit bottom. i will turn your thoughts to cirrus, ether; blood to clear blue air. me, magician, magicking your skin into the leather of an extinct animal. and you will say so this is it - my obliteration, complete. love as doom, the end of the world, where the sidewalk ends.
i imagine us in ways that would make you blush. i imagine god watching us at the very moment that i skin you like a rabbit, as my hands run across your chest, glowing in the dawnlight like swords for the forge.
god watching, shaking his head. rock and roll. deal with it.
high-res photoi don’t want to be possessed by the caustic light of goodness, by the unholy holiness of love’s fetid black candle; do not desire metamorphosis, this trial by votive. i only want you. the rest is fallout. there is no fire without ash, no bombs without brimstone. i only want you. to hell with the rest - fuck it all devil may care rock and roll come what come may: let me be transformed, let my flesh curl at the whim of flame. i will go knife to the name for love.