dagda

Oil Skin Lover

You invade my dreams
like motor oil,
slipping through pores,
drooling tainted apologies
'til they taste of poisoned blood
and sulfur.

You ooze suffocation
and my fingers rip themselves free from clawing resistance,
skittering clear, terrified
of your shivering slick regret,
as my throat constricts with strangulation from your
aching
adoration
while I lust for lucidity
and breath.

But I never gave a damn for you,
and karmic incubi
remember.