Slip away
with me
and bring a pen.
Find us a space
between the seams,
to live out our lyrics.
Meet me at a place beneath the moon;
let us masturbate new metaphors,
my lines breaking
in your stanzas,
my exclamations painted on
your inner pages.
Our sex as ageless
as our poetry; don't poet me,
fuck me til the poem is finished.
