like a needle uses a machine
like sorrow in between
the sound of your groan over the weave
of our metal microphone
the lighbulb din and your unwholesome grin
the night sky creamed with red
glancing off your sheen of forehead
i, alone, leaning on my doorframe support
biting lip, biting back retort
and god's finger shadow
swallowing my anger selfish

like a line i once stole
like the answer to a million roles
and the beat of your pulse in my veins
eyes rolled back, finger nails scratched
you, intelligently quiet,
as i bang the no where drum
still the hollow of your hunger
reverberates through this etched room
you left me rag-limp on a soaked floor
but i left you
miles ago and years before