Suffering In The Quest To Find You

Cosmic agitation tears at our guts,
me-shaped nicks in the perfection of the ether.

Your thin, crooked lips drive my ship off the world.
Your follicles bind me with curls of heavy syrup.

Your eyes are dripping tombs, stalactite filled caverns,
fossilized flowers buried in the dirt.

We whispered until you were pregnant with rocks,
'til a great centipede crawled out of your void.

Satan pins plastic wings on my back.
A soulless other takes me by the hand.

We rename the stars from our ocean crags,
sick flames calling across stormy islets.