CHERRY, VERY

Moisting up your bed of bread where you close your eyes, it’s dark, very dark I tell you, but for her candles, flickering and licking her own open smile in the dark, that dark, that kind, very, and cherry, deep open smile, after the birds have stopped singing, star’s a back tooth, she smiles, and wiggles it loose, with a hand slipped into your front pocket, fingering the stitching, the sunburned head, breathy and wet, her chin raised towards your ear in a loop, and her dark voice, cherry, very, whispers that, her favorite food is not metal but meat, raw and raisin, punched up stomach, a thing you can’t give but you take, tumbled over in your guts she smiles, see something you like there baby, deep in the back alley? deep in there, smiling deep, smile deep, star’s a back tooth waving, smiling wetly and bready, all outside your closed window, flashing her thighs like there’s no tomorrow, fancy a go?

A pop?
A heavy?
A hand that reaches into your graveyards?
Over your sweat smeared chest, cunts for miles, and plucks your curled flowers,
The ones for mama, the ones for papa,
The ones for paying for your only five sins and a scrapped chin,
Votive flowers,
Wrenched out of your mouth,
She takes what you can’t give,

Smiling deep, smiling deep, she takes it deep within, bruised and flickering, that back tooth again, she’s a deep taker my baby, those back alleys, so very long, pockets so very, dark, that kind, that there are never enough offerings, ever, whispering on top of you, in the dark, in that dark, the toll for closing your eyelids, is not what you don’t want to give but what you take, like a bitch, your last meal, give it to her big daddy, smelling like moist bread, that very cherry smile, candle or no, very, and cherry, close your eyes, close your eyes, very and cherry, oh so very and deep,

You will go to hell I tell you,
Sunburned hot in the dark, her loose star under your pillow,
Close your eyes, the birds have stopped singing,
Cherry, very,
Earlobe bitten off,
Close your eyes, close your eyes.