She - Subtle

She - Subtle
She's miss
Loves dirt for diamonds
Gargles spiders
Stops time then steels lipstick
Tonight she'll light one hundred
Cannons off one cigarette
She's fast like snapping gun guys
Cold like cellars bare foot
Then the kind of woman
You could love walks in
She circles her
Beauty marks with the wet end
Of a blue pen
Staring softly through the high school
Play props and postcard parts of grown men
She knows we jerk off to
The daughters of the world
She's all that's beautiful
And opposite sad music
Running through fields
In soft focus towards each other
And yet you
You boy you
You were so difficult
So black hole in a china shop
She's miss
Loves dirt for diamonds
Gargles spiders
Stops time then steels lipstick
Tonight she'll light one hundred
Cannons off one cigarette
She's fast like snapping gun guys
Cold like cellars bare foot
Now she climbs the girth
Of one small stone step somewhere
Screaming vaginal sabotage in the sun
To the purse of loosely pinched flesh
Between the pit formed by her upper arm
Chest and top adjoining
There you were
You were boy with all the walls
And so she took her sugar elsewhere
Whilst you shuffle with enlightment to date
She left you for the undertaker
And his sensitive side
Who'd say
Baby morgues are people too
And I and I and I
After all dear I love you
When you open your mouth
She removes her gloves
And the sea pours mighty
From her hollowed sleeves
Until everything that's solved in
Life now begins to float around your
Socked and soaking ankles
Locks of semen
Tiny spears of beard
Clumps of baby teeth and even
A few cut feet of umbilical ribbon
Until you shut your eyes to
Draw the gloves back on her
Gushing and half finished wrists
She brings the deluge
You bring nothing but a rafts rope
Between your teeth
And some poem about yourself
He's so heavy