momentarily
my heart
has been held
by the most
beautiful
women on the planet

i still remember
how delicious
there names felt
along my cardial nerve
even when the mere
thought of them
is spinning
blades of serrated
ice along my
left ventricle

if i close my eyes
i can feel
her fingers curled
around my own
and i have to be
satisfied with that
frozen moment haunting
me until this farce
finally fucking ends

there is no joy
in this gurgling repugnancy
bleeding nothingness
into the æther
just an ever withering
ideal in bipolar decline