even today as i walk in the muted grey afternoon the unmistakable rise of the flavor like instant mashed potatoes stains and i'd rather bathe myself in soy sauce and fire lick limbs from limb to hone you out of me the scent of your sweaty afternoon hands on my back the sticky aftermath of the bad news of your tongue stuck hair to neck revolutions rendered in saliva maybe the buzz and groan of sex with you is the only language i can name for the words i am not yours and you are not mine no more intimate strangle holds left to sob love into the sheets the false shoulders the shape shifting after mouth of your coin when it's flipped even today as i walk through the grey cement dreams of an afternoon of this name as a mantra for meat as a genome for opposing sides of love