Lingchi

Your graze of a look, 

was all it took

for me to fall, 

all hands and knees,

through the glass-lit floor.

Sinking through,

a thousand cuts.

Each wound a kiss,

each kiss a bruise,

a flailing fool

in an unlit pool.

Your embrace, 

a diver’s belt

of plumbum grey,

swiftly suffocating,

your anaconda smile,

mongoose tight,

my will is yours, 

my body breaks,

each limb a sun,

my shattered gaze,

black hole bright, 

dissolves like honey, 

falls syrup thick, 

a lurid stain,

on an open book.