Acidic love

My hate's too soft and sticky

To last in the iron of certainty;

Willed in by bodies foreign

To our sweet love

Which was unrepentant

In its time of decadant allegiance.

And now I fly

Too free from comfort's bed.

I made my task another's

As my core's nest

Sank there

Where private pains were

Cracked apart and drunk

By my adoring lips.

Swimming to the surface, 

Seeking out the air of

Ongoing life

I thrash in light's dashed rhombi 

And my own airless shock

To the new song of atomhood, 

So wide and cold as to

Drain my insides.

From core to crust

My hate is hopeful, a gleam that

Blinds the gut, 

For I've reached out

And shred muscle to bone

In the art of pleasing you - 

Entranced by every second.