Before
(blackholes)
you saw
pretty things
in the carnage of a body
dissected by the languages of lust
before
(the flower of Narcissus)
you poured and flooded
feeding your stale essence to the bountiless world
yelling
drowning like blumpopgargle
to quote the lake that took you
Before
(unconsciousness)
you sought for cigarette stained blues
you heard the sex in the sound
of mountain grass melodies
penetrating your ears
Before, before, before
you found it;
(the capacity)
in your nebula conundrum
or so you say
or so you want
and so need
after howling
into my bare skin