these two contending idols
filmed inside each others mouths
teeth shown like fearful lions
guilty pleasures in the burning of ships.

I oceaned again last nightwaves beneath my shattered paw
a blanket of smooth skin
my ever loving hands were yours

it is to be exhumed in ritual
weekly dabblings in the dark art
in our fineries made of flesh,
like two caroming blades of light
avoiding each others smiles.
let the moisture eat our minds alive