Dribble...drabble

They don't understand

What's it like to lose you

The pain of the needle

as it pierces your soul

That faint prick

Followed by the skin swallowing it whole

Fainting inside yourself

Just because you can't buy the new pair of shoes

Lurking at the corner of a damned thrift store

Bludgeoning into an archaic atmosphere

of pine trees and conifers

Things that smell like rain and winter and astronomy

Boiled eggs in the morning

Blowjobs in darkened alleys

The cry of passion

or anger

or despair

Sleeping next to a man

who loves you

knowing you will never love him back

hungry with passion

for an arm

a toe

a hairy leg

A castrated image of a self you once was

You cut all your hair

You spit out the unspittable

You sink lower

deeper into the bottomless seas

where Loreleis don't bother you

Cuz you're not a man

You're not a penis

You showcase a taboo of flesh

and a mesh of exciting tendrils

an arm, a hand or a bunch of feet

How neat

is your mouthwash, Monsieur

as it pools into the faint space

between the nib of my ear

and the bone that lines my bosom

Drink my sweat

Pretend it's wine

Pretend you're a tall, dark stranger

See yourself through my eyes

You're no more human

than I am a druid

Both of us are misfits