If only to have my cock
spread across your body
slipping in your mouth
working your lips, again

Your skin, made of fire
your eyes like two syllables
and your hair like wild birds
flying from ear to ear

This is not melancholy
this is not sadness
this is dead love, cold,
solitary and shrinking

like an old urban mutt
I keep shrinking
like the universe is dying
I keep shrinking