one year

dipping my tongue into your teeth

the way your dipping your fingers into my flesh

pressing your bones

against all my 

atoms in january

until you're

apt to

burst

like

the 

[our]

first 

time all

over again. 

february hurt

and the holy grail

that you've been searching for

marching on like springtime until

april sank into everything that your mother

swore you'd never have to feel 

and it was all coming back like

may had never left at all.

marley was defending your mind in the antiquity of 

rebellion underneath bridges in june's stagnant 

intensity, without any chance of coming or

going any time before independence day 

sang on july's tambourines  and i made believe

that when i said it drunk

i didn't say it

at all

all over august 

i wanted you and watched you

like the maddening september sun

on the end of the louisiana leaves of burning grey

as that cold october night was turned away 

and november came crying in like 

insanity in the flesh and 

the mesh she kept 

over her stocking

for that  one

christmas

eve

ripped. 

december 

a little colder 

than before in your 

bad religious applications

that tied me down with your

leather and biblical words unearthing

all the sin you could've ever dreamed of 

on my skin

and

it 

feels

like the

[our]

first time

every 

night

you're

gone.