In the middle of a crack of sunlight. chance brushing of atoms
The iris expands like a slapped jaw
A bead of sub-zero trickles down the side of your cranium
You betray your reactions feign indifference
A slip of the pencil and slip of the tongue
And once again your atom brushes against mine
You coax a recollection from the banks I use to reminisce
I feign ignorance and only recall the sound of your title
But I’d never let them memories slip in reality
They still regulate on the mill every now and then
No matter how repulsive the recollection gets
I’d kill to lick them wounds of yours
This atom doesn’t forget it’s conquests so easily
Several cycles separate this meeting
But I still smell the blood on my fingers
I can still see the shades of grey in my nails
From when I dug my claws into your matter
I may of taken more then I could off imagined
I may of just poked at the blister
Either way could you ever find the time
To show me them wounds, I’ll lick them clean
If only to open them again
This atom doesn’t forget it’s victims so easily
Their faces populate the zoetrope
Each one more detailed then the last
Their gasps infest the record player
Each one more delightful then the last
Their scowls bring life to the slides
Each one projects more on my back
This atom never inteded to forget anyone so easily
Domestic Poetry 