Thick as poppies, that thick, that clotted red, blood red, now red, this grave soil sex with me harder red. It’s on my nails, it’s between my teeth, I rip at you, I tear at you. Give me heat and heart and harder. Bowstring bra lace, lingerie bodice ripper fantasy fuck, rhythm, juice, wet, ready. The conductor stands, head bowed. Tap, tap, tap, take touching, the thrust of a knee between the thighs. Splatter. The steady thump of a wall against the headboard. Doubles as a metronome, silk is doubtless involved. Salty, smooth, slick, taste it, tongue it. Crook of arm, comforting and warm, cortex sparking, arcing. Desire. Conduit. Attic blood pressure, this pulse, unbearable beat twisting. Can’t breathe, can’t see because my eyes have chrome closed trapped.