Petty Things Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

A trance;
Such awestruck haze -
Sometimes I permit this
Morbid desire
Like a flame that undulates
Through a metamorphosis

In here, I dream of you;
Your fingertips heavy
With lacquer sifting
Through my flesh;
Your baleful fangs tearing
Away my soul that acquiesces
To your calling;
Your hands crushing
My neck, my bones
And sometimes I want
To hear our bones bludgeon
Each other - a mad clangor
Of collision;
Your hair tangling upon
My hair, your scent
Engraved upon my clavicles -
From tiny things
To every colossal thing;
Your sculpting
The secrets of your wrists,
The whispers of your palm creases,
The blatant horrors
Of your jawlines,
The stories behind those teeth marks
And how I want you
To wield me
As I brandish you
Perpetually.