This The Split

This the split

Ripped cheeks

Spit from the depths of her tongue dangled dead reckoning due south

Fell from that coarse falcon of homespun words

Cavity of curses

Leapt from her mouth

To his

Glistening teeth sweet breadth of lips wide

To smile

To dive headlong into her throat

Inhaling from that succulent bee’s wax maze inside her chest

Her very air

The lifespan effort of her years

Heaving her gift for him by the rise and fall of those tumultuous castles

Cast in pale flesh

Parapets of creamy stone waving that pennant the pinnacle
     of all of man’s good deeds

Her swollen nipples spoiled school children on holiday
Happy handholds
Rain shower sheets of revelry
Unsavory angles in daylight’s scolding gaze
Become Midnight’s pleasure when tiger stripes from the street light slip like
     satin across the broken trestles of her spine
Full moon birth and baptism and burial
Finger carnival
She bends jack-knife collision on the highway
Throws him through the veil windshield sheets
Broken glass on the pillows
Diamonds around her neck constricting like a high-dollar anaconda
Bystanders gather to tease his empty body
Voyeur boys peeking through the blinds
Pleasing sips from the salt tears that abandon ship to
     dive overboard from her chin
Dear Captain call them back
The night faucet left loose again
Bouncing waves of skin toss tears into the shadows
Tattoos twist under his meaty grip on her hips
Fading dollar bills knead into moist mattress below her white knuckle fists
The morning is still hours away
The boys at the window grow in wisdom
They grow in girth too
This the split
12.2012