i swore at you
like the winding path of skin
down your soft sides
i cried for you
like the smell of earth
when you bleed dry

rain streaks
slicing my car windows
like belligerent fingertips
racing stars
crashing blue ferns
of your mahogany black lips

radiographers calling coroners
moving through a storm of young pornographers
hurting all of us
trails of lovers' dust

i swore at you
under crashing sky
like the smell of earth
when you
bleed
dry