we met
under the cover
of night
under the covers
of desire
under the understanding
that what was
uncovered
could never be
covered again

she gave
willingly
of the flesh
but i sought
the rotten core inside
of bruised ill intentions
of battered hearts
of self facing hate

we smashed
the facades
of intermingled dismay
against the rib cages
of doubtful whimsy
penetrating
the outer layers
of self disgust
in hopes of
making love
making it all up
as we destroy.