The More I Get to Know You
the more I want to kill you
not because the holes in my heart
are filling up with the concrete
of your radiant love no
the problem is
the more I play the organ
of your heart
the sharper the notes become.
then when I'm hungry
with desire I take my teeth,
sink them into the crust
of the painting that contains you,
frozen in this moment of new
relationship energy
leaving only crumbs
on the tablecloth, love.