4/30 Wash Away Me

almond scrubs in luke warm water wash away me
a drip of suds avalanche down the nape of my breast
a tear is persistent to the internal eye
a cry is vacant to a subtle emotion

faded lovers swim in the nucleus of an iridescent bubble
they explode to the touch
i saw someone trying to keep away the pop with a blow
never with the touch of the heart
faded lovers pop like bubbles when falling
pop into the air when smacked in the face by the ground
as if falling meant dying
as if falling meant dying

cotton facecloths caress the erections on my skin
wash away me
wash away him from my mask of sex
erase these wooden blocks hanging from my ears
this nose ring clutching onto my breath
and my homsa should have protected me from evil like them

faded lovers grey like filthy bath water but never leave
i'm ready to pull the plug
ready to watch them sink into the funk they left inside of me
old mildew heart and pussy
got your funk crawlin' inside of my walls
got you stickin' to me like rust on an old pipe
wash away me
in a cup of gin and butterscotch candies and bleeding ink splatters on my lips
melting to the friction in a slow dance
erasing memories of fucking, loving empty
wash away me as if i'll ever be clean
as if i'll ever be clean.