Swapsies

In me, I'll be in you, making white line boundary
signals of stretch where I fit in,
don't want no blue eyes, I want yours-
rip the scalp like velcro noises that I miss, kiss your innocent pale bone on top
and take your hair, too,
short or long bright or dull he'll love it:
bags of lipids leaping over fences- you have mine,
share with me all you know-
and this must be love because because
now I'll really be L G B T
never felt before I guess you're tighter than me too
and what love doesn't seek a perfect, opposite, symmetry..
leaking a little, your socket swivels and I'm sick
of you now
inside me
it went topsy turvy, I might be patched up
with your pretty qualities
but now I've got your ghost on the brain, pinching with tweezers
from your make up bag, picked out nail polish around smut sinks,
mess is so OUT THERE-
she knows these parts don't fit:
synapses reject my thighs, not enough ripped off-
my face, nose refused to detach-
this brain, there's not enough.. grey or.. white- it's red,
haemorrhage banquet laid out
you eat it with what organs I left you
and we're together at last.