screw your love songs

I dream of you in fishnets. not fishnets, but
fishnets.
the kind you catch fish with.

you, doused in butter and creme fresh.

i want you.
lay you down in the bed i've made for you.
the bed i've made of newspapers and cigarette packs cut into
a full scale replica of the entire spanish inquisition.

i want to scrape the dirt from under your nails with my teeth.
i want to  fuck the crust from under your eyelids with my fingers.

can i be your dairy maid?
can i be your father figure?
can i be your naughty politican? 

I challenge you to a fruit squeezing contest.
Raspberries and tomatoes.

.v.t. eht hguorht aremac eht gir lliw i
netsil ll'ew dna ,llaw eht ta htob tniop ll'I
tniap eht fo dnuos eht ot
retsalp eht ot evol gnikam