Dolphin Punching Love

DOLPHIN PUNCHING LOVE

Furtive nocturnal heavings attuned to your absent form

Stained sheets left unwashed in your leaving

To shimmy up ancient crags on sodden cloudy peaks

Mossy dampness like a sad bastard stuck to the mattress

Fastened stiff by his shame in a clutter of evidence

Soggy magazines and flickering blue light from screens

Uplinked to eternal digital smut streams

Twenty four seven twitching fists of self pollution

Picturing your hair in teeth and heavy snorting lust

I would punch dolphins for your love