I descend to your basement dungeon and your back is to me.
I wait till your interest wavers my way,
Then we descend to the cigarette-burned sheets
     you: as a human, and me: a slab of meat.
I watch the horizon of the ashy mattress move up and down
    as my body goes up and down
         under your body going up and down.
I’m filled head to toe with fire while you’re filled with desire
and my flames are fed as you perspire
and they die out as you empty out your desire milk into my change box
and they’re gone as you explode and expire
      I’m filled with third degree burns.
      your sheets were on fire.
you turn your back to me again and I just want to grab onto your spine like a book, turn you around and read you.
but you are a god and I am a dick dungeon.