You are beautiful like demolition. Just the thought of
you draws my knuckles white. I don’t need a god. I have you and
your beautiful mouth, your hands holding onto me, the nails
leaving unfelt wounds, your hot breath on my neck. The taste of
your saliva. The darkness is ours. The nights belong to us.
Everything we do is secret. Nothing we do will ever be
understood; we will be feared and kept well away from. It will be
the stuff of legend, endless discussion and limitless inspiration
for the brave of heart. It’s you and me in this room, on this
floor. Beyond life, beyond morality. We are gleaming animals
painted in moonlit sweat glow. Our eyes turn to jewels and
everything we do is an example of spontaneous perfection. I have
been waiting all my life to be with you. My heart slams against
my ribs when I think of the slaughtered nights I spent all over
the world waiting to feel your touch. The time I annihilated
while I waited like a man doing a life sentence. Now you’re
here and everything we touch explodes, bursts into bloom or burns
to ash. History atomizes and negates itself with our every shared
breath. I need you like life needs life. I want you bad like a
natural disaster. You are all I see. You are the only one I want
to know.