Sestina

*%#!

She came to drink from my glass sink.
Just to break it, and spill around the curve.
So fuck her! and mend the bleeding sore,
Leave her to suck that maggot whore,
take my gift, the whole empty half,
of what’s left of my groundless earth.

But her presence lures back this sick of earth,
as though she cheers to a knife that sinks,
underneath my skin, when it breaks in half.
As her own confused weak curves,
pull me close, to hug her slash throat whore.
And sip through again that bloodied sore.

Fuck it, what else could mend a lethal sore?
Come drag yourself back to this strip of earth,
where I’ve slipped and thought of no other whore.
As loved as you! while I gently sink,
down the edges of your sweet curves.
How sick of me to ask for your share of half?

So I pull away, only for *%#! to grow in half;
into two, into countless wounds that sore.
with the soft of your lips, the idle of your curves.
Curse the root of my insatiable earth.
While at first I see you, my days endlessly sink,
Now in your kiss I rot like a house of whores.

Forgive such wrath, I would not know of whores.
for you are my only, so be my other half?
To lick your corners, that God-quenching sink.
let me thrust deep again in our pool of sores.
Despite the unheard screams of my earth,
Despite to throw some fruitless shits to the curve.

You should stay flightless, don’t turn the curve.
don’t listen to my tongue lash of whores,
For you are the gift, if not, then you are my earth.
Leave me now, and holy be these self-cut halves.
you’ll probably run away from this sore,
and stare gladly from that steel cage as I sink.

Fuck those vows that choke the earth!
It smothers desire, it bends, it curves.
For there’s much more chance inside our glass sink,
To make us oblivious of the truest whore.
Those dagger vows that cut us all in halves!
and stabs whole even a *%#! that *%#!s in sore.