Open up

Breaking necks
'you never open up'
our heads separate from their shaken columns
and trickling forth, all the rage I stored in my spinal fluid
guzzle
drink your fill of all that rusty hinge despair I always tasted
while I bit a lip that tried to save us both

One drop of the words
I could have breathed from crumbling metal lungs
in your morning coffee would have made you projectile spit, unaware
that it was only the start
of everything I wanted to say to you

Now we are floating
in an extreme blue
with our limbs and bones detaching from us like the drifting formations of new continents
maybe this will be the only time
my arm
can truly know
your arm
and my hand
can truly know
your face
and maybe when the
sordid fluids combine
yours and mine
they will do so easily
and they will be one fluid, one skin
without the insidious corrosion of judgement and
feelings, now I
will open up to you
and you will accept me
and it will mean nothing