chromatographics

gay poems by mb bischoff

#control

2 poems

no

do i have to belt you? to overcome a bubbling or are my words enough to staunch the flowing from leaking fountains

pleasure is never free, even when it is a gift. beg me with honeysuckle pollination. allergies. only believe in denial.

muscle tension, hunger. dew’s wetter than rain. desperate questions tie barricade tape tighter. no. a complete sentence

the longer we wait here clock hands move slowly waiting, praying on the dripping limestone tile a sacrifice in purpose.

release is for the weak but you are strong, no? every drop metered out. are you grasping at it? there isn’t a shortage.

don’t ask me again, now you know my answer love age years in the bottle our flavor concentrates only believe in denial.

poke

door opens— am i the fool? gloves snap, now i’m playing my role unstained steel tray cradles your tools you wash me clean, i cede control

you sketch small leaves in purple ink i play with you, this is our game when it’s all done, what will they think? art, artist, work— all share a name

calmly you ask “ready for stabs?” there’s not a way for me to know is this your temple or your lab? we share one breath, it’s time to go

your sword and your eyes penetrate music and pain blanket my brain sometimes we should disregulate questions pour out, blood from a vein

hours pass as you make passes pricks turn into private pleasure when we are through, our flesh collapses every mark is made forever