sex behind wood and plaster
Theres a hole in the wall where a fist went
Big enough to fill all our time spent
And it breaths heavy and long
Filling the room with a long lost air
Little boy forgot and when inside
Thought he found a place to hide
But this world on the other side
Tore him limb by limb
Through him into the stone thorns of roses
Made of all the things the other forgot
And the gray vines wrapped around him
Constricted till he burst
And the others watching cleaned each others bodys
And wringed out their long hair into a bottle
Looking up and the collapsed body before them
They drank and engaged each other