I am stuffing your mouth with your promises and watching you vomit them out upon my face. - Anne Sexton

And we are magic talking to itself,
noisy and alone. I am queen of all my sins
forgotten. Am I still lost?
Once I was beautiful. Now I am myself

And there you are. And I liked you a lot today. A lot. And I want to talk to you. Selfishly.

"And tonight our skin, our bones,
that have survived our fathers,
will meet, delicate in the hold,
fastened together in an intricate lock.
Then one of us will shout,
"My need is more desperate!" and
I will eat you slowly with kisses
even though the killer in you
has gotten out."