Daily Archives: November 9, 2011

Black Glass

In the interest of better bonding
we’ve taken to making love
on panes of black glass.

Roiling the sheets,
on and on,
tumbling through a longing
for something to crack,
for stinging
cuts,
for lubricant
blood.  

So help us,
pain is that feeling
accessible when no others are;

what’s been severed
speaks loudest
just before
it dies.