When our bodies knuckled
and slithered against each other,
all I could taste was your blood
seeping through your pores
as it poured into me. Your ink
was a swirling nebula, my skin
exploded, the strings of your
heart knotting through mine.
Intertwined, trapped, we spooled,
gnawed, fed. I worried myself
sick of your sick, felt it rise
as fire and tar through my quick.
We released, later, shaking,
ribbons of stitching undone.
Adam Lowe is a writer, publisher and producer from Manchester, U.K. He was 2013 (U.K.) LGBT History Month Poet Laureate and 2012 Olympic Poet for Yorkshire.