Snout

I could feel your fuckin snout smelling me.

Unwanted intimacy of a twin sized bed.

Two bodies in August heat, bound by sweat.

And I could feel your fuckin snout breathing me.

Asymptotically close to my heart.

The tar we shared clung to yours.

Dull, aneamic love.

Your fucking snout searching me.

Preying on old parasites.

Fogged windows, and an unseen sunrise.

Bad acid clings to my ether.

In a crowded summer bed topped with down.

I can feel your fucking snout sniffing lines off my chest.

The whole world sucks, but don’t be a dick about it.