like a sunset
can you let me open into you like a sunset that spools across the skyline can you let me have you like the ocean that falls over the horizon and leaks from the north into every orifice of the south can you ask for my life can you hang on every word can you make love to me as if i was a mistress to the underworld and you were the receptionist of heaven we could cross dress as corpses that roam the unspoken lands of purgatory and we could throw faces across the desert and watch as they land sad and flat near the hawks bay where everything goes to rest