There's No Place Like Insanity

There's no place like inside your bones white solidity like wood where your heartbeat is sound and I am resting while you are itching to have me out but loving that you can feel me everywhere as I am tipping close to your climax and my home will splinter when you scream. There's no place like tangled in your hair moon-made spider silk clinging to me as I cling to you hard to touch as now you're spectral in the heat-lightening night, woven whiskey and porcelain shaping you sharp, a danger to yourself, blood-written poetry lying scattered, spatter pattern, a shard of glass edged electric in my brain to keep me startled when you're gone. There's no place like far from you where I am something small and stolen folded crazed into corners of houses where I don't belong and the children are afraid and they try to coax me out just to take me someplace else where my eyes won't cast delirium into their living rooms and my muttered poetry could scrape the souls of someone else, and maybe reach you.