Love

Maybe I'll kiss you

Knowing what you are,

What moves beneath your mortal

Flesh. Opened up like a box

I found your heart

An abiosis.

A hungry black maw.

The sweet dark of mouths

Breathing into one

Is a kind of death. My self -

My Judas-self - devoured,

Folded into the silence

Of a black-hole heart.

It's a kind of peace.