oxidise, o-xi-dise, OXIDISE?
i find it, that beating titanium just under the also-beating silver hold of your lungs, crystal, crystal, Crystal, what would combine with pure diamond if not itself, if not my god against your god, but oh thank god(s) i can melt right into you, have you breathe me in like rust on the metal rods of a missing limb scavenged or looted or scoured or . . . stolen? stolen. i watched a robbery happen in daylight, ha-ha. steal me in, i say, let me into you through the pores of your skin, i wish to see the lilac of your soul, of your, of your, of your, your soul, do you hear? will you show me just how bare it can get, will you please clothe it with my flesh, i would skin myself to keep you warm, lay you atop the swell of someone's womb, do you . . . hear? am i not your lover? so why won't you, o-xi-dise, react with the air i breathe, oh dearest, let me take you in, i'll carry you in my arteries, have you flow right into my heart, free you through the fissures, force you back in with dirtied nails, oh please, please, please, i've grown so impatient, i just want you to hold me dear.
