I see the sun setting between my legs,
its warmth descending
into the lips of the night.
The language of love-
At last loss has visited me,
She carries me in her throat tonight.
The night is a bed of tears frozen in time
when i think of your promise
of meeting me at the end of the world
blood curdles in my mouth
and my tongue keeps going back
i have bought the tickets
and i have watched the spectacle of your democracy.
so, now i declare it to be my right:
to sit in the theatre
i discovered deathlessness in a white house
which had clasped blue windows to its chest
they never spoke, the windows
always gaped at the skies where it never rained