THE LAST PLACE YOU LOOK

Here in the bathroom “it” falls
on the floor & some
one steps out from

the tragic radiator
above this swirl a
nude wet elbow

clings & folds my superior
to a final tree
in May’s first light

we’ve eaten w/ each other
& eaten each one
again junction

eye toe tonguing the inner
when sheets smell of death
juice like a thrush

each concrete masturbation
each mutual panther
begets us this foam

“it” has disappeared to pink
& grey the edges
gone after you

stumbled across my pelvis
lips unsewn bad thrust
in trust we god

each other over mouth “it”
when can we make it
good last quiet.