Turn me off. We slept for weeks in the cleft of Venus so unaware. I awoke to find you absent and the thought "separation"alone drained the life from my head, so I set out to find you. (oh the profound things I was exposed to that night.) I froze from what I saw - pure fucking rejection. In the corner I shook as I watched them, "like sniffing dogs grinning and slobbering." I knew you would go back. I was not built for this and I cannot end where they began. I could taste them on your chest, but I cannot see where this began. Where was I in those phallic dreams? Mopping up I see- please help me understand. Yet I clung to those old hands, filth and all, to get my fix. I'm your junkie. The dirt defies my bones and I become the earth and sun. A final curse slips my tongue now I, myself, have defied everyone. Do they know they passed my heart around the room that night? I am still picking up my teeth from the floor and splitting hairs with the day. From time to time, I stick my head in the dirt to listen to the hum of this earth and in the calmest voice there ever was, I hear, " I love your eyes when it is inside of me."