Menace me with your love

The big-ness of the bar is hollowing the sounds
Of the people talking, and the drinks being drunk
While I sit slowly disappearing, except for when
Sonia is touching me.

The leather skin furniture is spooning me, sort of
Like some kind lover, whose body holds me
While I sit slowly disappearing, except for when
Sonia is touching me.

Menace me with your love,
The blister blood membrane
Of your thick tongue
Against my tendon-bent neck
Until memorylessness begins.
The halted slip of heart synchronicity
Of the breath of a dog
The cork of the floor – our sweet
Moon squalor and cannibal desire.