Homosexual Fishnet

Slips of tongue and pink stereotypes
so many little stars cast away to die
in a small tomb of shell-shocked invasion
curious cuisine of the senses
in the liberty of skull-flared paleness
and righteous maleness
you with your ideas of sacred femininity
you with your ideas of Eros and masculinity
don't touch me with your corrupted sodomy of the mind
In flesh and marrow of my scathing bones
left to die in this absinthe of evaporating sweat
each little love and lick of finger or pain
each little sprinkle of fire and rain
till summer moon end and winter tide rise
My little stockings of melancholy suffice
brooding breath and trembling brow
holding naked armpits
and the smell of a sow
closing and closeted moth balls of shame
sleeping little dust corpses rising again
methodically you sing me back to sleep now
no talking now
This chess board of love on my breast
this chess board
its a chess board
an imprint
of a homosexual fishnet