Keep Me Warm With Your Blank Stares

You'd expect it to happen

Not in the open, but in a shower, perhaps,

Where boys and beauty settle down together

As seed does to soul, water to skin, silently,

Without ceremony, under one's very breath

Boys  are too beautiful to let live

I get randy just thinking it

I cannot tell exactly how it starts

As though moments before I am overcome

By some devilish scheme: a puppet

With strings for life. My heart rushes

Up my throat, poised as though ready to burst

In my mouth. My eyes smear everything a brilliant

Crimson and I see the screeching of skin

Feel the music of bones snapping in my hands

Or grinding against my teeth

Or sometimes I just swish a blade, and push it

Through an artery wound like rope around a neck

Squirting, a bloody rainbow opens like a fan

People around see and are struck simply

By such murderousness, like the old woman

In church, who bequeathed tissue paper

To wipe my lusty face with. I bring my own

Thank you, twirled softly around a kitchen knife

I am possessed of so much love

Enough for all those boys to stay warm in

Instead, the bloodbath is always cold and sweet

But even I am growing tired of this constancy

And end up asking boy after butchered boy

Having killed countlessly

Did I really possess you all?