You are my tourniquet my Saturday
matinee my jelly bean storm pointer
and thumb you are my hidden door my home
is your skin you are the dream I taste the
moment I awake the bruised crime I live
to commit my drawbridge thunder shudder
you are my pink cloth childhood coat with
the velvet collar the red mark on my
arm the tunnel I crawl through on my hands
and knees the flapping bird struggling to fly