Sea-sex change

Overwhelmed with sea changes of flirting

Tentatively like it’s an insurance policy

Different white and beige and black tones

Someone in a phase that we never notice

That they constructed their life from in the shapes around them

We thought they just appeared from nothing

From wombs and brick houses that we had never seen

Or a situation

If you want to win you have to live like you’ve already died

But when I die the world stops

My heart has more chambers than a whorehouse

And the chambers in my house have more disease

Than a trampcat riddled with fleas

Because you’re my lobster baby

And every other man makes my cry

You’re the worst of all of them maybe

But I want you to take me

Away but only when we are not in our moon phase

Being with or without you is so painful

The love we have is so disdainful

But you’re my werewolf

I’m your siren

I’m everything your masculine isn’t

And you’re everything my feminine isn’t

All the creativity is being swilled and drained

Burgeoning with you

Dying with you

Inextricable

You can’t deny it

Without each other

We are almost invisible.

I have taken to spending

All my money in cafes

And sitting in them alone

And thinking about you.