i love love; don't you love love, love?

they didnt realize they were getting married and then bloop dammit marriage. it must have been that bellhop with the gimpy leg, they were always so suspicious.

obliterated
by the blowjob
the periscopic clitoris
rose
like a soul
to heaven
in heaven
there were gray warriors
with no veins
misty blood

there were
everywhere
words of advice
which could be eaten
for dessert
she pretended
to not see them
there were judges
she coughed on
who became sick
and died
and their families died as well
there were gatekeepers
who pursued her at night

a week of cannibalism
insomnia
wooden conversations
heaven people
anemic music

arousal
next from heaven
was a noisy galaxy she liked
buzzing
cymatic life
ceramic ambassadors

the spiral arm
of the sky god
she rode a lock of hair
to the cheek
and smeared herself
into the eye
fine convulsions
violence
and snapped shut blackness

"is that supposed to be a honeymoon offering?"
"yes?"
"are you asking me?"
"yes."
"well, i love it."
"good, then we really are married."
"what do you mean?"
"well, technically we are both dead, we couldnt legally be married. but if you've accepted my offering, then i have accepted your love."
"you're an asshole."