You are liquid slippery
You are the hound-toothed agony
My truest guard-lipped beast.
You are thready semen choking
With your wet and breathy coughs.
Back of the neck itch.
You are boneless flesh
You are crisp winter skin in my
But you are eternal hunger
Rib-racked with fever.
You are the breeding mealy-mouth
Riddled and crawling.
You are rancid salivery froth
You are cloying mucus in my
Slapped closed clamped up popping alveoli
You are the creaking cartilage crack
You are the insistent night sweats
You are the crystallising salt left behind.
You are that vomitous death-stench that
In my sickly throat.