tiger blood, along the honey pastel
and azure shorelines, it's where
she thinks she's most safe
cross walking and cross dressing
having strangers do lines off
her pierced tits and finding black fire that ignites
her circuits, but what do i know
the fragmented joys that oiled her have turned
to turpentine and i'm finding myself without her
she's the wrench caught in gears, clashing--
the closest thing to love i've ever felt
