she sexes me up on her knees as the sun breaks open clouds that bloat the horizon into red. somewhere in the distance i hear the sound of tears welling up into eyes inches from a floor newly built with hands cracked and still bleeding. i make promises of parched lips and dry tongues while she laughs and the entire world takes the sharp breath of animals in their sleep. for years i had spent denying the absence of where i once was but just before nightfall she asks, when are we going home?
if only the rain would come and wash the gristle of it away.

that’s not what i meant at all. how about this

on her knees again and she’s saying no again but he says, yes, and she whispers, not again, and he says yes over and over until her head bounces off the floor again and her feet go out from under her and the room becomes walls without windows or doors, but slowly back on her knees again, bruises welling up with her tears and he says, just this once, again, one last time again, and her mouth is sticky with his spit and he pulls her up into his arms but her teeth are loose and her lips are bleeding again, but he holds her tightly saying, never, never again, and instead she kisses him and says nothing more.

that’s not right either, how about

on her knees again, putting him in her mouth again and he swears not again, but she sexes him up wanting him again and he meets her on the floor and they’re at it again breathing like sharp animals on the prowl again and it all comes down to be being bruised again, his mouth bloody with her again, the sun fighting the night through undrawn curtains in a room without doors again, and she says, yes again, over and over, and he says never again, never will i leave you again, and their bodies find the bed without clothes again, with her leg draped around his and his hand pulling her close by the hair again and they both weep for another moment to never end like this again.